One day, I woke up, found myself, sitting, in a lonely room
Upon my desk, where it seems I spent my life, was a note-pad
Written upon it, two questions were asked of me.
1, What have you done for yourself?
2, What have you done for me?
Then I realized, and I began to cry

Then, I heard a voice say; one time, you praised my name, I have a very large House, Don’t cry my child, I have room for you, still I cried, thought, I would Never hear that voice, in this lonely room, after all I didn’t do
Always thought, of myself, then in this lonely room, his voice, touched my heart.

He was always there, even in, This Lonely, Room.

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