See me
Hear me
What you won't do
The touch
The heart
And all for what?
For what?
For what?
You yell and judge
And take, won't budge
We make and breathe
And can't conceive
The height you need
The height you need
You pull back your fists
Don't go by no books
Although you're disarmed if things are how they look
This crook is subpar
He hides in a nook
He's gone all too far
The chandelier shook
He's been supervised
There's nothing the give me
The bones in the backyard are part of his city
The gold of your hair
The smoke of the chimney
And sensations compound
A multiplicity
I live by your hands
You keep me locked tight
I'll shut the hell up if that is what you like
But even when I'm just a waste of your time
I'll run for the hills like I run for my life
You've kept me in chains
You've kept me in knots
But just a "hello," it would sure mean a lot.
You still try to run, but you're burdened by thought
You're running and running and running and stop
I see through trees
The night is free
The air is cold
I now can breathe
To feel
To make
To touch
To take
See me
Know me