is this the "me" you are looking for,
out of all the shades of different colours,
sometimes too cold sometimes too warm,
is this the "me" walking in two opposite lines,
or is there just one "me" you can look for,
out of all the sorrow, all the joy,
which one is real me, do you wonder,
maybe a thunder come down from heaven,
maybe a forgotten book, soaked, in the rain,
maybe an innocent child in need of protection,
maybe a reckless from bright side of the darkness,
whoever I am, accept me in your very heart;
comfort me whether I'm a headsman or a guard.
love me as I am, and I you;
there is a blank space to fill for you.
S