Is there anyone like me?
Just yearning to be free.
On this earth like in jail,
Always destined to fail.
To hate the human Race
Is to waste God’s grace.
So instead, I bow in praise—
Grateful for my days.

How can I hate mankind,
Yet dream of a son to find,
To place upon this Earth,
And give a daughter birth?
Although it’s all a mess,
And it’s seems hopeless,
I will not give up
Until I break the rut.

But where should I start
If the world is falling apart?
Don’t know my place,
Maybe it’s in space.
One day I’ll find out,
There is no doubt.
But til then I’ll rise each day,
Hoping to find my way.