You told me when I turned
You'd be there for me
When I was in trouble
And you'd be holding on.

You told me I didn't need
To fear a worldly thing.
Because no matter what,
You had my hand in yours.

And you told me when I cried
That you felt my pain.
That when I was hurting
You were hurting too.

So why am I whispering
With tears on my cheeks
And my heart so torn,
If you're holding me?

Why am I lonely
With friends far away,
And no one to turn to,
If you're there for me?

The End

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