| Who Is He As he sits and waits none knows his pain
Forever he is forced to see but never gain
In this world he will always be alone
In this world he will have no love of his own
What is it that they hate in him
Why must this outlook always be grim
Should he call to them in deep sobbing pleas
Should he drop down and beg from his knees
How to live with so much grief
To carry this burden with no relief
Why did they do this how did they dare
They have no conscience they do not care
Yet forever he returns to be stricken
Never withdrawing never flinching
As the days move on to the end
One day his life shall begin
He awaits his perfect love
The sign of the dove
For it is the peace that he shall seek
That will be his alone to keep
In all the world he has but one goal
To find that one lost soul
The one to match his own
Where it is he has never know
And as he looks in the mirror to see
I notice that this he…. This he is ME. Thomas Simmons
Friday, July 19, 2002 | 
