TOUCH MY HEART
Do you know how I feel when you touch my heart
Can you hear me cry inside at your silent embrace
Do you see the fear I keep hidden away
Can you feel the pain I never show
I can’t help but smile when you touch my heart
You can’t know the warmth it brings me
I can’t bring myself to share the love
You can’t see the hope in my soul
If only I too touch your heart
I only try to ease your fears
If only I could help as much
I only wish I were as true
Do you know you touch my heart
I love you being in my life
Do you feel the way I do
Do you know you touch my heart
You reign above each one I know with the love I will forever bear
The love of thanks and admiration from the depths of a heart that carries life twelve years too late.
If comfort, strength and inspiration come from heaven, then you my friend, are an angel
“Friend”, such a word that carries not few enough meanings – these meanings of which in circumstance we can not agree.
“Friend”, I sit and question in the darkness of light . . .the lightness of day . . . but still will see, will hope, will make believe much more than your practical theory – the truth
I understand but cannot accept the locks and bars of professionalism.
I long not for the games, but the closeness of a companionship with the one who understands my dreams, and is a constant reminder of who I want to be.
Friends shake their heads, they say I’ve changed.
I though, am nodding, and I raise my hand to a teacher as a student always should, not stepping out of line, not calling out loud.
