Sometimes I feel out of place
Like I don't belong anywhere
Then a hand on my shoulder comforts, eases my pain

Do you even know I'm here?
Do you notice? Do you hear?
When I'm calling out for help - are you there?

More and more I dream of you
Wanting and wishing that hand to be yours
Will you love me like I love you?
Will you care the way I do?

When I die, will you care?
Will you cry? Will you pray?
Or will you walk away, like I was never there?

Will you be mine?
I'm already yours.