What have I done wrong
Where do I belong?
My path, full of rejection
There is no connection
My soul cries out
For a friend, but their is doubt
My heart weaken
Since I was a deacon
My heart broke
It's no joke
By the rejection
All I see is no connection
But I got to be cheerful
not tearful
Because I got you
You can help me through
I have you all the time
Dear Lord, I can always go to you
You have walked in my shoes
You give me comfort
Not discomfort
I will turn to you
You will have me go through
My struggle, till the end
Your my everlasting friend
I'll be fine with you
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