I need those ears, sweetheart.
Because I will tell you the story of me breathing in this world and I need those ears to listen and remember that your woman still here, with you.

I need those ears, sweetheart.
Because I will cry out loud and I need you to realize it. I need you to hold me and tell me everything will be okay after those ears told you what just happened.

I need those ears, sweetheart.
Because I want you to acknowledge my opinion, trying to understand it. Not just shut me down like a paper without letters.

I need those ears, sweetheart.
Because I am thankful of your eyes that amazed by my presence and your lips that loved to against mine when we were alone. But, I need your ears because I am a human with voice.

Not a broken radio from the old days.