J.R.V.A.

Am I the man I think I am?

Or do I hide when sunshine comes?

Do I deserve what we all want?

Or am I what I hide inside?

I try to feel the warm love's glow
then joy comes and I run and hide.

Am I worthwile or worth a not?

Why do I call the sorrow home?

Is there a place where smiles roam?

For this troubled soul in need,
that chooses to be in the cold.

A ray of light keeps shining through
to let me know my lifes not through.

Am I the man I think I am?

The man that loves to love the love?

I think I am the man I think,
that wants to learn to not to sink.

Can I learn how to raise my head?

Can I learn how to let love in?

I think I can, if I can try,
with angels wings, I'll learn to fly

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart