My Year of Dance

This is a year that I must dance,
This I'll do without a hinderance;
In my life my victory is sure,
The God of Heavens remains my fortress,
In all my moments of distress;
Gone are my years of agony:
This is my year of testimony:
Never shall I go into captivity,
For the Son of God shall lead me to prosperity;
Nothing to me shall be an obstacle,
For the Spirit of God shall loose my manacle;
I shall not sorrow,
Neither shall I borrow;
I shall not tire,
Neither shall I hire;
Mine shall be the path of peace,
And none of mine shall utter a hiss;
Time and time shall lift me high,
Even as eternity draws nigh.

Will you be my friend?

There are so many reasons why you never should;

I'm sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive,

My fears erupts as anger. I find it hard to give,

I talk about myself when I'm afraid

And often spend a day without anything to say.

But I will make you laugh

And love you quite a bit

And hold you when you're sad...

Will you be my friend?

A friend

Who far beyond the feebleness of any vow or tie

Will touch the secret place where I am really I...

And if at times I show my trembling side

(The anxious, fearful part I hide)

I wonder,

Will you be my friend?