Author Information
Hiding in Plain Sight
No one ever seems to hear what I have to say
Or maybe I just don't say the words
Holding onto hope that someone listens to me
Not that they're written in stone
Instead they're woven on tattered fabric
That I keep neatly folded, out of sight
No, no one will see me, never
Brand new bricks, not nearly a year old
Keeping me from everything
No one can hear me
No one can see me
Because I'm hiding in plain sight
