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I've learned how to speak and to stand on my own two feet
I've grown to believe in the unseen and have hope in all, not just me
I look up to others, people who have changed and found their faith
Look down on all those who throw themselves away
Who never desire any sort of change
Feel sorry for those who really try but cannot ever succeed
In their state of mind they could use a friend rather than an enemy
So a friend to you I will be and I will stand by your side
While everyone else stealthily walks by
With that familiar look of hate in their wondering eyes.
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