Sometimes

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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