Sometimes, I sit back in a corner all alone
and cry.
How can people judge me, for who I am.
All are superficial, in who they seem to be.
Only because I 'm different, then they.
I'm not a handsome cowboy, not a playboy
king.
I am only who I am, and that is only me.
I do not pretend to be, something which I'm
not.
Crying, is not a manly thing to do, but our
hearts hurt, just as easily as the females do.
I try to be a gentleman, with morals and class.
Not pretending to be anyone, I'm not.
A kind word I share and a smile and a tip of my
hat.
Just a lonely man, looking for my lonely queen.
Someday, I'll find her, and together we'll be.
Someday, we'll walk down the aisle of forever
bliss. Just my baby and me.
Written By:
Donna Le
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