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I Am One


To strangers I am one, Who is quiet and withdrawn, And only to the ones I love, I open up. To strangers I am one, Who might not speak very much, In this life, But eternal life, Is always on my mind. To all I am one, Who is friendly and kind, I like to help When trouble is nearby, because it makes me feel fine. To strangers I am one, Who doesn't read or draw, But by my own, What I see, is what I draw, And what I know, Is what I read. To myself I am one, Who strives, to make everything right, But I know, That wisdom and perfection, only come from One.
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