There is nothing that I know
I'm not a scientist
Or a holy man
The voice I hear inside my head
Is the only one I own
I cannot see words
Yet something is revealed
In the reflection of leaves
That fall only to be concealed
All I can say is that I understand
And if you would take my hand
I will tell you how I feel
For in the moments when we are afraid
We can only hold one another
And hope that what we hear in our hearts
Is the light from which we are made