Description
From Chapter 49, “My Plea,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act II: Soul to Soul.
"If love remains silent, I still stand blessed." These words reflect Aaron's realization he doesn't have a choice, he cannot, not love Belle. My Plea invites us into a moment of quiet reflection, where uncertainty meets longing with gentle honesty. The song’s tender questions explore the fragile balance between hope and fear within a relationship, encouraging us to face love with courage. Its steady rhythm and heartfelt emotion remind us that even when foundations seem unsure, there is strength in seeking truth. Listening to this song offers a warm embrace, a space to acknowledge feelings without judgment and find solace in sincerity.
Lyrics
There’s a hollow in me I don’t try to outrun,
A space where a life with you might have begun.
I carry it softly, I don’t make a sound,
Some loves are still present even unbound.
If we never share mornings, or children, or names,
If time writes us out of its future plans,
I’ll still bless the path that your freedom takes,
Even though I believe broken hearts are at stake.
I won’t command you, I won’t ask you to stay,
Love that is given must come its own way.
If it doesn’t rise freely, it isn’t love yet,
I’d rather live lonely than hold you in debt.
This is my plea, not for your hand,
Not for a promise I can demand.
This is my plea, let your heart stay free,
May love awaken in you as it has in me.
I know you feel something, you haven’t denied,
I’ve seen it in moments you cannot hide.
But I also know you’re still searching inside,
Asking what future could stand by my side.
What would it mean to choose a man from my time,
To risk your tomorrow on faith, not design?
I don’t have answers, I won’t pretend,
I can only love you without an end.
This is my plea, not for your hand,
Not for a promise I’ll never demand.
This is my plea, let your heart stay free,
May love awaken in you as it woke in me.
Don’t cross that distance out of pity or awe,
Not for silence, or age, or some holy law.
Not from loneliness dressed as relief,
Not from mercy mistaken for belief.
Only you know if it’s stone or sky,
Only you know where your questions lie.
And if love ever opens the gate,
Let it be truth, not fear, not imagined fate.
This is my plea, for your freely given hand,
Not for a promise I could ever demand.
This is my plea, let your heart stay free,
May love awaken in you as it has in me.
This is my plea, this is my plea,
Let it rise like breath, let it rise free.
This is my plea, this is my plea,
Let your heart’s cry answer honestly.
Until then I wait without leaning too near,
In hope, in hunger; yet in peace, not in fear.
Loving you never was something I served,
It was grace I was given, not something I earned.
If love remains silent, I still stand blessed,
Some truths are complete, even unconfessed.
This is my plea…
Let your heart stay free,
