Shifty Brent - No Witness but the Moon

When you reached for me, I turned away,
Then I carried your kindness through the day.
I do not need you to make me grand,
I need the mercy of your open hand.
If I tremble when I say your name,
It is because your love sees through my shame.
I need you to know me without the stage,
Without the Sunday soup and the practice rage.