And I passed them on to you,
Would they rest in your ear,
Make it to your head
Then disappear?
Would they fail to reach you,
As they were too soft
Against the shouting in your ear?
If you caught them
And knew what it was I said,
Would your comfort be like a hug,
Lending me a spot of care,
Or would you whisper back,
With the bleak chance
That I would be able to hear?
From now on,
I hope my thoughts become more clear
So I may understand them,
And,
So you can hear what I want to say.
