Me There is a person I call me Hidden deep inside. This shell of bone and flesh you see Is where I choose to hide. The thoughts I bury deep within They truly make me me -- The hidden dreams and hopes and fears Are what cause me to be. The love I feel for those around Who mean so much to me, The anger that consumes my soul At times when I can't see, The hope for achievement, those hidden desires, The conflicts that they bring -- These are the things that drive me higher And cause my heart to sing. For who is a person we truly know Outside of their secret dreams? We, each of us, are here to sow From the fruit of our heartfelt schemes. Let's pray the world's a better place Because we each have been And giv'n of ourselves a minute trace That makes us better men. ©1988-2000 Faye Kiryakakis