Cry ...

I want to hold someone 

as I cry

tears of loneliness

and isolation

A kingdom for a pauper

A dread from a fools' daughter

A life half awake

Not given not forsaken

For only He is my friend

above the begging and fending

For He is the Truth

With me now in age

and then in Youth

Forever is a long time

And He has the patience

Love perserverance Grace

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