The Faith of a Homesick Girl
I am here
I am lost
They say, “Free!”
But I weep, “cost”
It’s in the books
It’s in your eyes
I lack belief
You sell the lies
What good do you do
when I’m
Alone-
Despairing?
You aim for comfort
But the hold of my grasp
is wearing
Down
"Make it here!"
"Make it BIG!"
Don't disappoint
the sea of faces
the throng of shouts
I say Success,
the Will
to go on,
my Resolve
is nothing:
For I am without
You.