I Hear The Words You Cry

I hear the words, in how you write, you cry.
But I, with all my might, can not reach you.
I want to wipe the sorrow from your eye
And pick you up when you are feeling blue.

Recycled words, I hope will be the key.
The feel of solace to my soul you bring.
The treasured person, I see, draws me.
Inspiring the song I long to sing.

But still, to share the joy of us some day,
Regardless of the heat of you, I yearn.
You need, to be the one to light the way
And take a step towards your self to learn.

I wait with Hopeful Breath for you to try
And dry your eyes, with words, the tears you cry.