I Don’t Want to be Any Other Person

I don’t want to be any other person, another sad little girl, just sitting
and waiting for happiness to unfurl.

I don’t want to be any other person, another suicidal teen who decides to
take her own life when the world gets too mean.

I don’t want to be any other person, another girl on drugs, who smokes pot,
gets high, and hangs out with thugs.

I don’t want to be any other person, a girl who decides to drink and drive,
who hits people who simply try to stay alive.

I don’t want to be any other person, someone who doesn’t care about the sick
and needy, someone who goes through life still just as greedy.

I don’t want to be any other person, someone mad at Jesus, who stomped him
out of his life just because he didn’t please us.

I want to be someone else, someone unlike today, I want to sing out to the
Lord, and kneel down and simply pray.

I want to be a poet; God wants me to write about him and his love, I just
know it.

You see I also want to sing, I want to sing beautiful things, to make those
silver bells ring.

Maybe I want to be a missionary, go to different countries, always God’s
word I will carry.

Whatever I do I’ll always remember music for that is my true passion,
without music I don’t know I’d lose it.

So I don’t want to be any other person, I want to be my own; for sure I know
I never want anyone to be alone.

 
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