Staring at a blank wall and it's white washed face Not knowing why i had to choose this way I decern i was wrong in my way Looking for peace in another, another domain And i realize that it's true I seek you, Yes I seek You (2x) And i reach out and i touch you and i know that i need You To reach out and to touch me and i know I know that i need your touch Not knowing why i ever retreated from Your arms A mistake i made Now oh Lord i feel Your warm embrace, contentment Fills my soul as joy lights my face And i realize that it's true I seek you, Yes I seek You (2x) And i reach out and i touch you and i know that i need You To reach out and to touch me and i know I know that i need your touch (whisper) You look into the sky and see His arms if love reaching out for you His arms of love and grace And you know you need Him, you need his touch I need your, i need your..... (rap) i was lost but now i'm found... And i reach out and i touch you and i know that i need You To reach out and to touch me and i know I know that i need your touch Today was long and very dull. We went to Corydon, the original Capitol of Indiana....it would have been nice if I had learned stuff, but thanks to A.P U.S. History...the greatest part of my day was finding a Second Edition of Les Miserables. When we came home, my Mother and I had to go shopping for my trip to Washington D.C. where I will represent Indiana at NYLC. I despise shopping. We came home in time to eat, and though I was not hungry, I was forced to eat. I was also silent throughout the whole meal. Tired of walking as I was, my Father decided to go walk the mall....I hate the mall, for the most part. There wasn't even a good enough conversation for me to note, so I have a Quote and an Inspiration. Quote: My heart is like a dry well, parched with anger and bitterness. -Mercy Inspired Conversation (Technically from late last night/early this morning: She looked up from where she was slumped against a wall, chained arms bound over her head. Her eyes were tired- tired of running, of hiding, of getting people killed. "What do you want?" Her husky voice slashed across the echoing silence of the Dungeon cell like a brandished whip. "Your companions would be nice. But by the end of the evening, I guarantee you will be willing to give me anything to stop the pain." Her blood froze in her veins as she suppressed a wince. She really didn't want to be his Torture-Doll. Yet, she'd run out of time. Even now, he was stepping forward with a flaming brand, to mark her as his special 'Guest'. She shut her eyes tightly, not wanting him to read the pain and fear that were surely there. There was a soft thud, a gasped, and a hissed clank as the Brand struck the ground. Green eyes flashing open, she saw the knife that sprouted there, saw the man crumble to the floor. She looked up and saw Him, framed by the torch-lit hall. His Black hair flowing past his shoulders, his Brown eyes assesing her. Then he was at her side, unchaining her, pulling her into his arms as the bell tolled Midnight. Her 'Eleventh Hour' was over. "I'm so sorry I was late, love." One of her dirty, trembling fingers brushed away his lone tear. "I think you were right on time." I think I will polish this and call it: "The Eleventh Hour" -Clo