A Cry of the Heart.

Where are those who cried at night;
Where are those who says it ain't right?
Where are those who'll stand on thorns,
Where are those who the Lord has his eyes upon?

Am I a follower of the norm,
Am I somebody who does the wrong?
Simply because it isn't frowned upon?
Have my standards been off the mark
Is my compromise neglecting my form?

Lord help me when I'm less than bright,
To be a salt in a world not right.