When people take a good look at me,
I can't help but wonder what they see.
Do I portray the person I truly am,
Or is what they see just a sham?
Do they see eyes full of pain,
Or do they think that I am vain?
Is my heart as cold as stone,
Where weeds of bitterness have grown?
I hope when people look at me,
They see the truth in the debris.
I'm just a human; a mortal soul,
Trying to climb out of this hole.
In this struggle of wrong and right,
My heart is determined to win the fight.
God is on my side, I shall overcome,
With Him no load is too cumbersome.
02-01-04