I sit outside cold concrete walls,<BR>while you sit locked within.<BR>All entry is refused me,<BR>mere asking is as sin.<P>Within these walls, you face your fears.<BR>You sing your songs, you cry your tears.<BR>Uncertainties and imperfections, alone with you reside.<BR>Weakness and humanity you have chosen, from me, to hide.<P>I've beaten my fists against these walls.<BR>Pleading permission to share ...<BR>Never have I desired your perfection,<BR>just desired to show you I care.<P>As time goes by, I pace outside.<BR>Circling further and further away.<BR>Where there exists no welcome mat,<BR>how long can the outsider stay?<P><BR><P>------------------<BR>LSR