Once again I set off chasing dreams down this winding road, the answers I seek await me somewhere down the line. The reflection I see in your eyes isn't my own, but one of who I can hope to become. I'm always grateful for kindness, could you show me how to become the one you see? Don't look at me like you don't understand, I'm timid and weak, not like that. If you tell me something, then it must be, I think I could begin to comprehend. I guess what I really want to ask is, would you take my hand? I'm on the way. I see others who have found comfort and trust in another, I can't begin to understand it. Just like writing in my notebook, I really want to ask, Could this someday be that way?