~I sit here in my solitude And concentrate on being me I wonder how I got this far I wonder how I got to be
Was I once a twinkle in Mama's eye? Did she really want me here? When I was born, was she glad I came Did she say it, as she held me near?
I wonder about these things I wonder every day Was I suppose to exist on this planet Was I planned in every way? Or was I just an accident Not really planned at all Only God can answer this Compared to him, I'm so small
I sit here in my solitude I'm glad that I am me~
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