Used to think that we were oh, so unique
That about us, there was a certain mystique
No one could be like us, so we were told
When God made us, he broke the mould
Secluded in a void, no real life in our soul
Belonging in another time, a square block in a round hole
No one could feel, they way we did inside
Suppressing any feeling, we would run away and hide
Things progressively got worse, we were wearing out
We would medicate our problems, so life we could forget about
Till grown so desperate, we finally did seek aid
Found somewhere we fit in, and there is where we stayed
And when we did listen, we found to our surprise
That we were not unique, it was just a cunning disguise
For if we were all alone, it gave us the excuse we needed
To ruin ourselves and our families, and medicate unimpeded
Now without justification, there really is no cause
For us to do ought but progress, and improve all our flaws
Though there might be some temptation, to give up and turn back
When fear is very strong, and it is courage that we lack
We get our strength from a loving God, who will help us persevere
Alone we can't defeat our ills, He will help us to fight the fear
Isolated we accomplish little, with us there is a weakness
We suffer from a recurring ailment, which is terminal uniqueness

Douglas A. Walker

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