I sit here surrounded by twelve great men
Not just my disciples, they are my friends
But one will betray me, he'd rather have gold
One will deny me, he won't want the truth told
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I can’t even count
The things you’ve done for me
I can’t begin to list
Everything you’ve helped me through
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I may have died three days ago
But to look at me you'd never know
I was hung on a cross, crucified
Brutally beaten and left to die
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My disciples and I, tired and weak
Sit here alone, for them I weep
I asked them to pray to give me strength
For they do not know of all the great lengths
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They hear my voice, shattered and weak
But they just don't listen for fear of me
They see my face, distraught with pain
But they only ignore me and just turn away
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What's it like to be alone?
Horrible I'm telling you
You need to let your feelings out
But you sit and act like nothing's wrong
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Thanks Calah for supplying an ending to this poem when I was mentally blocked in Chem! And thanks to Bethany for the inspiration and finally seeing what I see in him!
As I quickly glance your way
I get a small look into your heart
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Love...
When two hearts come together
So perfectly
So flawlessly
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As I hang here, stuck on this cross
I pray to my Father that not all is lost
I want them to see, I want them to know
The reason I'm here is only to show
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