A HEART'S IDENTITY
Alone I am,
Alone I have been,
I look at people,
But never seeing.
Many people are here,
And so many I know,
But I am like a flower,
Buried by snow.
And the snow is soft,
And it is pure white,
But bitter cold it emites,
And it doesn't seem right.
Hidden I am,
Hidden I want to be,
But sometimes I feel,
I won't then be me.
Alone I am, but not as yet lonely,
Brave I am, but not as yet bold,
Patient I am, yet in a hurry,
To understand that I've a heart of gold...