YES, I WAS LONELY IT'S TRUE
BULLIED BY ALMOST EVERYONE TO SEE ME RUE,
BUT THIS HAPPENED IN MY CLASS
ME-THE WITHERED PIECES OF GLASS.
NOONE TO STICK IT UP
IN A LOVE-FILLED CUP,
ALL THIS HAPPENED TO ME
JUST CAUSE I WAS INNOCENT AND NOT CARE-FREE.
NOBODY TO HOLD ME AND SUPPORT
UNTIL YOU CAME TO MY PORT;
AND ENCOURANGED ME EACH AND EVERY DAY
TO FILL ME WITH BLISS EVERY SINGLE DAY.
I DIDN'T HAVE A FRIEND
TILL YOUR HAND WAS THERE TO LEND,
TO COMFORT ME AND CARE
A SWEET FORM OF KINDNESS WHICH IS RARE!!!
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