I have known that you and I
have never been quiet the same
And I used to look up the stars at night
and wonder which one was from where I came.
Becuase you seem to be part of another world
and I will never known what it's made of.
Unless you build me a bridge, build me a bridge,
build me a bridge out of love.
I long for the day that you smile at me
just becuase you realize
that there's a decent and intelligent person
buried deep in my kaleidoscope eyes.
For I have seen the way that people look at me
Though I have done nothing wrong.
Build me a bridge, build me a bridge,
And please don't take too long.
Living on the edge of fear.
Voices echo like thunder in my ears.
See me hiding everyday.
I'm just waitinf foir the fear to lift away.
I want so much to be a part of your world.
I want so much to break through.
And all I need is to have a bridge,
a birdge built from me to you.
And I will be toghther with you forever,
and nothing can keep us apart.
If you build me a bridge, a tiny,little bridge
from my soul, down deep into your heart.
by Thomas McKean, 2004, <Soon will come the Light:a view from inside the AUtism Puzzle> 作者: superstar 时间: 2009-5-19 12:02 标题: 在这里 昨天到家后，我忙着洗衣服，没顾上搭理儿子，尽管他过来找过我几次，都被我以“妈妈给丁丁洗衣服，丁丁先自己玩”给打发走了。等到晾衣服时，意识到好一会没听到他的动静的。站在阳台上，下意识的叫了声“小宝，你在哪里？”，全然没指望会有回应。
“在这里”，从书房方向传来弱弱的一声回应，好激动呀！赶紧接一句：
“你在干什么？”
“在玩露露”
丢下衣服走过去，发现他果然坐在地方，把露露当作积木“垒高楼”呢！