Afraid
I fear to be hurt
I fear to be shallow
I’m as low as dirt
Don’t ever follow
My newly found
Most selfish ways
I hear the sound
Of God in praise
I want to fly away
And escape all my pain
But I know I must stay
And to you I must explain
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