When you look into my face,
Do you think I’m a waste of space,
My body language isn’t out of place,
Lord Jesus hold my hand.
Why don’t I ever get respect?
Always telling me to stand back,
Living in a world so unfair,
I am in the depths of despair,
Lord Jesus hold my hand.
The road I travel is pretty grim,
My chance of happiness seems slim,
I merely acted on a whim,
Praise the lord I’m saved.
Children living in institutions,
Always seeking out solutions,
Turning them against their family,
I’m wallowing in misery,
Nothing but mental cruelty,
Oh, Lord help me.
Foster parents exaggerating,
Lies circulating,
Karma awaiting like a thief in the night,
Oh, lord show me the light,
Oh, Lord make it alright. By Dorothy Maude. A special thank you to Bob Dylan. “make you feel my love