Silence would be easy. words are hard.
I will speak to you, though the words are hard.
There is a sympathy in gesture.
Touch tells the story when the words are hard.
If you will help when I can’t see the picture
Then I will help you when the words are hard,
The past’s behind us, we can’t see the future.
The dream is simple although words are hard.
Who knows what deeds a butterfly may venture?
I will fly to you when the words are heard.
Notes: I’m a rebel, what can I say?