Monday, August 13, 2001


Lord, the emptiness in in my heart
Grows more powerful each day
Am I meant to stay alone?
Will no one ever love me?
I long for a love of my own
Strong, tender arms to hold me
We'd look at one another
And we would just...know
It hurts to be alone when
I am surrounded by true love
I would give so much, Lord
If I could only feel
Those strong, gentle arms
For only one fleeting moment

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