the world was a pop-up book
and I was a child
sleeping in the sun

these shadows still hold me
but somedays
I can still hum out loud to myself

I can not tell you or show you these dreams
only sing them
so loud
that on good days
I lose all thats left of my voice

I still am struggling
to hear what my insides say
and pretend that these ghosts don't shake me
so I can learn to talk to people again

and as the music comes
to rip these ghosts from my body
I still remember how I could once talk to you

tell you my dreams
my fears
let them speak and scream and breath

find their way
from out of these shadows
and into the sun
so bright