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Falling in and out of place ...
At the same time ... and in the same space ...
and yet still I can't find my own place ...
I can't walk my own pace ...
and I can't win this race ...
I sit here wondering why ...
I am always the one to cry ...
I'm always the one to sigh ...
and I'm always the one who is high ...
off others people misery ...
I wish this game being played ...
didn't feel it was me ...
I wish that I could see ...
I wish that I could show ...
I wish I could just love the way I want to ...
I wish I could be shown the way ...
instead of feeling like I just need to get through another day ...
just to get it done and over ...
Lord, where is my 4-leaf clover?
I sit alone sometimes and think ...
who planned this life for me ...
what did they think ...
that I would be strong enough to overcome ...
or is God waiting for me to surrcome ...
to my surroundings ... circumstances ... and past ...
or will I be able to hold on and last ...
just a bit longer ...
til my mind is stronger ...
and I can say ...
Today will be the first day ... of many happy days ...
Til I can smile bright for days ...
until the sad tears all are gone away ...
I can't believe this is my life ...
this is true pain ... and that is that ...
I don't know what is say about that ...
I think I will always hurt in my own little way ...
That there will not be a single truly happy day ...
As I look in the sky and wish on that star ...
I wish I could land where the happy people are ...
I wish I could feel for just a day ...
what most people think of as their life everyday ...
I wish I could smile and truly mean it ...
I will find my place one day ...
until then ...
here waiting for it ...
is where I stay ...
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