Oh, how I want to be loved, he cried Lonely boy, all aloneWhere are my people? What happened to my safety? What have I done? Have I done something wrong? Why does the way of things hurt me? Surely somewhere there is true beauty I know it's real, I hold it in my heart I know that it can be found out there No one wants it! No one seems to want it! So much beauty in me How can no one see? See how I love See how I hold on to you Why would they forget me? When my only hope Was simply to love them But now I see it wasn't true For beauty was everywhere All around me, always Freedom danced around me Even though I could not see Until I came to the edge of the abyss That's when He came Single and easy To remind me The He was not the problem Stephen Pursell, 6/18/02 |  |
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