will i ever find my home?
i'm not welcome at my parents'
and with that orphan syndrome
I wish for God's clearance
i'm going to nowhere,
nobody's daughter, nodody's affair;
i still have a few names in my prayer,
but i wonder if they're even there
i walk through shadows, hands cold,
chasing whispers in the night,
hoping stories yet untold
will guide me to the light.
is there a place i can rest?
a corner for my heart to stay?
or will this journey, endless quest,
lead me further still away?
but i keep on going,
through the darkness and despair.
with the smallest ember glowing,
that maybe, just maybe,
someone, somewhere still cares.
Orphan
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