Dont Fit In
The church is all happy
With the God with which they abide.
They`re singing with joy in the steeple,
While I'm sitting on the concrete stairs outside.
I would do anything to have that feeling
That I fit in in such a holy place.
I would love to say I don't sin,
But that has never been the case.
poem by Hayley Broe
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