Cradle your head in my arms,
I will keep you away from all the harms.
Turn not to the walls of your fort,
True they'll give a comfort of sorts.
They're not me.
People take advantage of you,
This is oh so true.
I will be your friend,
Everyone can then.
They're not me.
Where people take advantage of your kindness,
Also they are bestowed with blindness.
For they do not see what I see,
All you think they see is someone with a fee.
They're not me.
I know you don't realize this,
I don't expect you to use your fist.
You have hidden away and become true,
The others now may not love you.
They're not me.
