What if you could stand inside me?

Would your hand move with mine?

Would you cry when I cried?

Would we walk together, perfectly in line?

Or would I feel you trailing just half a step behind

Would my eyes become your windows?

And you inside, my soul

Or would I feel you standing there

Looking out, yet strangely blind

If I dared to speak would your mouth move with mine?

Would our voices whisper softly?

Or would you trail just half a step behind

I think if you were to stand inside me

But your hand would never move with mine

Then I would keep on walking while you trailed just half a step
behind

My eyes would never be your windows

As you were inside, my soul

We would never speak together

Your lips would never move with mine

But I think I would love you all the same

Even if you did trail just half a step behind