No one ever really talks,
We just wait our turn to speak
And if one could truly listen,
We’d all just sound like freaks.
But then our whispered conversation
In the early morning light
Are the words that I remember,
When things are not alright.
I’m always talking to myself,
But what is it I hear?
The words you spoke to me that night
I unleashed my greatest fears;
The world may scare you now, my love
But sadness has an end.
One day happiness will be so real,
You won’t need to pretend.
Just know that while it rains for you,
I will help you through the storm.
But please don’t make a home there
And forget what it means to be warm.



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