My Own


Feeling these feelings of being alone
makes me wish I had someone to call my own,
to love and to share to know that he cares,
makes me say, "God it's just not fair."
A man is the strength in each humbled home
he makes me feel safe and never alone
These cold lonely nights I feel so afraid
"Help me dear Lord," how much more can I take
A man holds my heart in a place we call home
Protector of his till we grow old our hearts now
one till death we do part.
To be all alone it makes you aware
how special it is to have someone who cares

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