Nobody has the ears to hear
The strength to carry what I feel
No one ever looks up quite long enough
to help me sow something that’s real
Look me in the eyes, my dear
Prove to me I’m really here
Not a living ghost walking among the dead–
hidden messenger of all they fear
‘Cause I don’t want to live this way
Fall asleep to die the following day
While waiting for redemption to recall me,
these lips ran out of lovely little words to say
But can a leopard change its spots?
I surely used to know, but I forgot
Perhaps one day they’ll be freed from all their binding blindfolds,
but then again, perhaps not
There’s only one who hears me now
He can see me, though I’m not sure how
I prayerfully close these tear-rimmed eyes
as he gently swings me from life’s bough
His love for me shall never end
For now, He is my only friend
His warm embrace is the only place
I can just be free and never play pretend
So you can hear me out… or not
Choose to treasure the few gems I’ve got
If you ever decide to change your mind,
it is us you’ll find in your biggest blind spot
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