I am like a stranger, have no busy being here
I am like a wanderer, getting myself lost in this place
I am mysterious, finding a place to hide
I not a prize to be won, so this isn't a race
I am like a wave, drifting away from my home
I am here for a reason, but yet I have clue why
I stuck at this empty world, being all I can be
But somehow it just doesn't seems enough, for I gave a loud cry
For I ask God what I am doing here, for he sent me here for a reason
I know I'm here for a purpose, trying to make a different in this sinful world
Just like Christ made a different, dying for God's children
For I do not belong here, need a hand to find my way back back home
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