With Me It Cries
With me it cries, my sweet innocence,
by Alex David
With me it burns, my self belief,
With me it fears, my bravery,
With me it shouts, my will that's free.
Its all these, that make me, Me
but it seems, I am unworthy and weak,
No, these words can't be in me
'cause my mighty heart, has gone too weak.