I am without a sound,
I am but an ocean of longing
I am but a scream buried in your ground
Now I hear
My very own whisper
My very own heart
For each movement you make
A new sense... a new existence inside of me
My body brought back to live
A blink or wink or a tear..your very own voice
Revives me like a child
Do not thank me
When you hear me sing
"Hold me like a child I am not alive until you do"
Will you hold me, if not with your hands then with your eyes..