Then He came

She was alone. She was the story of a single mother, left to bear the load.
Alone to cry the tears of lonliness alone along the road.
The tears of shame the pain the tone in the strangers voices, when they called her names.
As if her situation explained the kind of life she lead

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And then He came. And the strength that He had is what He gave.
And the man that He was, helped her to be, what she could not have without Him.
Cos if the strong do not fight for the weak, then who is gonna fight for them.

He was alone. He was a story from an orphanage abandoned by his own. In the pouring rain his cries could be heard as he lay there.
A bundle in a blanket, with no name.
In the cold and the rain life was threatening, to steal what he could become.
As if his future held nothing more than bitterness and pain

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These are a few of the stories I have.
When the strength of the weak is not quite enough. And the stories I tell are the same as mine.
Because the strength that I need I can't seem to find

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Yeah if the strong do not fight for the weak,
Then who is gonna fight for me.