Now there comes a point in every persons life
When they have to choose with out a strife.
A life where they maybe wanted or not.
Or where they’ve given or they’ve got
But when year after year you stand and see in absolute vain
That you’ve been passed over, avoided or rejected again
You’re heart might be hurting from the rejection of friend
or family
But because its you, People expect you to grin and bear bravely
You might be chosen over fairer maidens laid in gold.
None care about your skills, talents or if you’re brave and
bold.
The older people don't want you cause you’re too young.
The younger people accuse you of being dumb and unsung.
Who do i ask to give me a chance, to be liked to be loved to
be a friend.
Why must I allow people to drive my breaking heart to this
bitter end?
Is there an answer for me from a friend, family, untold love
or God?
Does his holiness bear no love upon a child, but a flaming
rod?
Can i ask such a question does God love me?
Must i not be grateful that i can breathe so free?
That thankfully i got my arms, Limbs and individuality.
Therefore i’m supposed to believe that love is not for me?
Have i not received grace and blessings and much more?
Is it difficult to accept the bitter cup of whats in store?
But yes it is i believe, only human that i am, a woman that's me.
Were i not created with a heart, That would be broken with
tragedy?
