the cut

my heart is laid, under your blade, as you carve out your image in me, you cut to the core, but still you want more, as you carefully, tenderly ravage me, and you peel back the bark, and tear me apart, to get to the heart, of what matters the most, i'm cold and i'm scared, as your love lays me bare, but in the shaping of my soul, the cut makes me whole, mingling here, your blood and my tears, as you whittle my kingdom away, but i see that you suffer, too, in making me new, for the blade of love, it cuts both ways, as you peel back the bark, and tear me apart, to get to the heart, of what matters the most, i'm cold and i'm scared, as your love lays me bare, but in the shaping of my soul, the cut makes me whole, hidden inside the grain, beneath the pride and the pain, is the shape of the man, you meant me to be, who with every cut now you try to set free, come now set me free, you peel back the bark, and tear me apart, to get to the heart, of what matters most, i'm cold and i'm scared, as your love lays me bare, and every day you strip more away, as you peel back the bark, and tear me apart, to get to the heart, of what matters the most, i'm cold and i'm scared, as your love lays me bare, but in the shaping of my soul, i know the blade must take its toll, god give me strength to know, that the cut makes me whole, the cut makes me whole