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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