looking through
looking through a distorted piece of glassi see myself
'but, who am i?' i tend to ask
i see no one
hoping to shake off the past
i look straight ahead
needing to find dreams that last
i look straight to God
longing for a hope fulfilled
i wait and wonder
dreading the next visa bill
i cringe and shudder
watching for "the one", but still
moving forward
i'm living now and seeing tomorrow
moving God-ward
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