(about 1995)
What is it they see
when they look at me?
My appearance may fool them
they hear not my silent plea.
Do I blame them?
when I myself understand not
and yet, I do.
I can only show them.
But not alone
I take this road;
He with me together
must show
we take the road
of friendhip along
to help our hearts
feel summer's song
so when we reach
our eye's end
our hearts will know
we've found a true Friend.
