Look here at me,
Do you see
What I see?
Or do you see
What
You want to see?
Am I who I am?
Or somebody
You might
Want me to be?
Look again
When I walk by
Check again
When you see me
I might one day,
Be what you
Want me to be,
Ill be who you see,
Just start out
By me trusting you
And you trusting me
Just start out
By just knowing me.
Greetings from Atlanta.
www.GorejaMuseum.com
full of goodness
thanks,
donna.
Don't ever change for anyone.
-James