Open Arms - Brian Kennedy

I come to your big door, only to leave as poor

Don’t the reasons always mean to be pure to another

When we are not so understood, will I find something good

The more things lead to harm with open arms

That take the need away

Love came to ease and tame all that had seeded shame

My relieving seems to frail to be named, ever needing

When we are not so understood, will I find something good

More things lead to harm with open arms

That take the need away

Don’t the reasons always mean to be pure to another

But I don’t feel many

When we are not so understood will I find something good

More things lead to harm with open arms

That take the need away

Open your arms

Open your arms