I cannot help who I am,
cannot struggle to be
something I am not
but I can press myself
to become everything
which I was ever meant
to be. And in your eyes
you tell me I am pleasing
so I turn to you with
tears pouring down my
cheeks, looking up to you
looking up at you
kneeling before you
needing to know you
craving to be with you
and hoping you won't
turn me away.
Copyright © Storm 2004
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