The Reason

What good is screaming, when no one's gonna hear?
And what good is punching, scince no one's gonna feel?
What good is crying, if no one dries my tears?
What good is talkin? No one's gonna care.

Why write a letter that no one's gonna read?
Why fix a ruined painting that no one's gonna see?
Why run a race that I know I'm gonna fail?
What good is telling a story, if no one want to hear my tale?

Why am I waiting? Nothing's gonna happen.
Why get up? I'll just fall again.
What good is acting if there's no audience?
Why try to look my best, since I don't get a second glance?

Because he hears my anger, and he helps to soothe my mind.
He takes all my frustration and gives me peace inside.
He holds me in his arms until he sees me smile.
His ears are always open if I want to talk a while.

He reads my every word and helps me to understand
He sees the inner beauty and steadies my shaky hand.
Last place, to him, is just proof that I completed my task
When I put down my pen, in my hand he puts it back.

Someday my prince will come, but even now HE's standing here.
Because he's here to hold me and keep me from all my fears.
Because his cheers are louder than a theater huge and full.
'Cause I know that all that matters is he made me beautiful.

Because I have a Savior who will love me till the end.
He's here through trials and heartache. He is my BEST FRIEND.