Alone
Standing up for my beliefs,
Standing strong with my dreams.
Alone, am I, but that’s okay,
I know that feeling everyday.
I raise my chin defiantly,
Knowing I am worry-free.
When I rise above someday,
I’ll be loved, I hope, I pray.
Friendship should come easily,
But one that’s close, I disagree.
Faith, I beg, trust in me;
Help me, for love to see.
Know me for who I am,
Who I’ll be, what I can;
Don’t hate me for my shadow,
Or the dark that rests below.
Fragile is the real inside,
Courage; the mask where I hide.
Tears hidden, pain unseen,
Out of sight, behind a screen.
I keep my distance, trust is hard,
Binding up my broken heart.
I see the edge, I’m on the brink,
Going over, one thought I think:
The one friend I can afford,
The one who loves me without reward.
With no regret, undying love,
Is my Savior, Lord above.
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