I see you in the face of every broken child

I hear you in the whistling of the wind out on the cliff

I see you in the wilting roses that sit by your grave

I hear you in the crashing waves down by sea

But do you see me
out on the roof, staring up at the stars just hoping to find you

do you hear me
on the hills above our house, screaming into the distance just wishing for another chance


you don't
do you

because you fell
despite my effort to hold you up

you let go
when the world got to tough
and it pushed you to far

...

you let me go

If a child is all you see in me

than so be it
thats your loss rather than mine

for you have chosen not to look deep enough into my soul

to where the wild flowers grow
and the secrets are bottled up tight


You have not taken the time to appreciate the human being I have come to be

The one with the scars on her ankles
and the bruises on her knees


My soul tells the stories I'm to afraid to say

but the respect of another can unleash them all

you'll be able to watch them slip away into the sky

only for you to catch them

You'll be left wondering whether her presence has changed you

whether it has changed the way you see the stars glimmering in the sky

or the way you hear every goodbye