Here I sit, far away…
Wondering if anyone would ever stay…
When things get real and life gets rough…
When everything in life seems tough.
Is it really that hard to hold my hand?
Is it really that hard… with me to stand?
Why is it always someone else who occupies the heart?
Will I ever get an opportunity… to even start?
Yet, this I believe, that God has a plan…
Above every possible imagination of man (Isaiah 55:8-9).
Someday He will let me see…
What He really wanted me to be.

