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Look Look at my rist
and you will see
A scared Memory
Not too many see
Of a lonenly Hour
When I din't want to face another Day
When I coun't even Pray
and no one noticed me
Tears filled my eyes
As my heart silently cried.
Look, Look beyond
The walls I've Built
I'm calling out
Wanting to be loved
Waiting to laughf once Again
and have a close Friend
wanting to face another day
waiting for you to see the real me
looking for, someone to Understand
To just be their, holding my hand
and just be
Jesus to me
David Gross
March 24, 1994