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| Finding Out Who I Am Finding out who I am Is as simple as seeing Is as easy as being who I am When I was a little child I would play in the sand Stand the sun on my finger Cup the clouds in my hand I did not call myself human being Neither boy nor girl I was Heaven's wide window on the world Then they said I was growing up They'd make a man out of me They put a head on my shoulders With a face that I couldn't see I thought I had lost the game It seemed they'd made me so small But now I see I'm the whole world wide Infinitely tall There is no one where I should be I am the face of everything I am nothing and you are me Look at yourself now while I sing: Finding out who you are Is as simple as seeing Is as simple as being Who you are. Rod Patterson We Hide Ourselves We hide ourselves behind our faces So afraid of love are we We dare not leave our empty spaces Open for ourselves to see But we are one, we are one, I know it. We search for truth in many places Seeking for eternity We seldom see the one who's searching He alone shall ever be And I am he, I am he, I know it. Rod Patterson |
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