Sometimes I am weak
Sometimes I am strong
Most of the time I feel like I don’t belong
In a crowded room, I’m a face in a frame
With less numbers I feel ashamed
I’m small. I am meek. I’m on my knees…
Seek…
Seek the strength I know I have
Seek the thoughts I should have
I should have faith, I should be strong
Yet, how can I do that when I don’t belong
It seems so petty
seems so vain
that I should think these things…
Refrain…. refrain…
Refrain, again.
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