If words can move, then why are you standing so still
When I am an arms length away just waiting to be filled
With love that spills out such wondrous things
Like our mouths and our tongues, oh so steadily pulling

And yet you stand there alone with cinder block-like feet
Not moving a single inch so my arms cannot reach
And I've gone the distance and words have pushed mountains for you
All I'm asking is just one step, that all you have to do

Yet you stay and say there's no more to be done
These words that move have failed me, for you they have not won
And not one single inch comes from your mouth, your feet, or you
Until, in sorrow, I find I can't move