Friends of mine say I am much too much loquacious And at times shut me out ’cause I’m too audacious. Yet you do not know the words that your jokes discourage, All the truths I would tell if I had the courage. I’m afraid all the time of the words I’m thinking And afraid even more of the words you’re thinking. Words of love, words of hate, words of strong emotion, Words of truth, words of pain, words of our devotion. Words that were not meant to be to another spoken, Words that were not meant to be to my own self spoken. I am cursed with a gift of hearing what we’re saying, Not the words our voices say, but what our souls are saying. Words we do not wish to hear, to ever be reminded Of the dreams that turned to dust, of how our eyes were blinded. Yet those words are what we need to find a way of being What we dreamed, what we need, what we are now fleeing. If I find my voice in time, ’fore the reaper claims me, I will speak of what I hear, what I hear us saying, Of the dreams that I would live if I had the courage, Of the dreams we all would live if we had the courage.