Jul 07, 2007 01:46
If there is but one person in this world,
One person with a good and honest heart,
One person fighting hard though harder times,
One person reaching out a desperate hand,
I want to be the one person there to take it.
Scared and bruised I will still reach out,
Cut and bleeding I will still hold on,
Sore and shaking I will still stand firm,
For a thousand hurts can not compare,
to the Joy of holding that desperate hand.
Again and again I will reach out,
Again and again I will be slapped aside,
Again and again I will try,
Again and again I will be betrayed.
But again and again I’m reaching for that one.
For if there is but one person in this world,
One person with a good and honest heart,
One person fighting hard though harder times,
One person reaching out a desperate hand,
I want to be the one person there to take it.
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