my fingers move to the thoughts in my head,
Down to the paper that i keep near my bed..
Words of the wonder that i keep inside.
only i know the miles id walk just to hide.
a peddle from a rose
a long distance call
a leaf in the wind
a brake in the fall.
words on the paper
words all around
making the noises
but not any sound,
writing it down
every word
only to feel
what hasn't been heard.
down to the paper i go again
writing the feelings that i hold within.
no one can know
no one can see
just what i hold
what's in side of me...