A single tear,
in the corner of my eye.
Is it out of fear?
Or things that went by?
I'm starting to see,
and yet I wonder.
Will I be me?
The question I ponder,
in my darkest hour.
Will I hate
or
will I love?
somehow I relate,
to
the lonely dove.
I fly alone
yet
I'm seen by all.
I'm weighed down by a stone
but
I'll never fall,
for I am empowered by people that I will not let down.