(For the girl I lit the candles for)

This is the moment I knew I wanted to protect you.  We were practicing songs for worship in the area where Sunday lunch was sold after service.  We were at the old barely in-tune piano in the corner of the room.  With my guitar and you sitting next to me on the piano bench.  As we were playing, I start hearing sobs.  I turn my head and you’re crying.  I immediately think to myself, goodness what did I do? It turns out someone (Andy) had given you an unwarranted harsh talking to earlier.  I spend the rest of practice trying to console you.  And thought to myself, I’d like to smack that idiot’s head.