Hope my friend, You have carried me but you've left me again. In my time of need, When everyone is moving but me. Heaven knows this is real. So lift me up and raise my head high And take my photograph And keep it till I'm old enough to know. That I was lovely and I was truthful, If only I could have seen it, If only I could have believed it. Well this could be my second chance. Morning came, And it left me with a bitter taste. Of a mold I don't fit, But with many others we commit. And I'm feeling like this is the first day. Of a brand new life in which I'm thirsty for, An honest life where I could love myself For who I am, for who I am. Take my photograph And keep it till I'm old enough to know That I was lovely and truthful.