I stand alone cold
and scared
I dont know which way
to turn
or what cross to bare
I need some one to take
my hand
make me wise
take me to his private
land
where there is no hate
where I can be myself
staying out late
not fearing questions
like with who or where
of trust and pure love
where we can go slow
I can feel free, as
if a dove
no pressure or fear
where I can be loved
not for who I could
be
but who I am
just little old crazy
me forever