Through My Eye

Just me
On my own
Nothing to call
My own

I hear them whisper
Yet I bow down
And whimper
My sorry
They don't know
My story

Times I break
A tear
No one hears

Never ask to be
I am
Made to feel
I down and kneel
To thank thee

I fold and pray
So not to stray

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