Do we even make a sound
When no one is around
To hear us sing?
Or does that logic only work for trees
If one were to fall in the forest
I’m sure someone would notice
But if you and I fell right here
Could you tell my dear?
And show me some concern
Over my dark and tainted words
Do I even make a sound
When no one is around
To read my words?
And express the things I can’t explain
Even the tree found a purpose
Branches tired, worn, an worthless
Just like the words I speak
Falling short and discrete
I leave the music to drive it home
Can you hear when I play it alone?
But the question shouldn’t be:
“Does anybody hear us?”
But, “Does anybody care?”
[From the wall of FB friend Lucy Dias]
When no one is around
To hear us sing?
Or does that logic only work for trees
If one were to fall in the forest
I’m sure someone would notice
But if you and I fell right here
Could you tell my dear?
And show me some concern
Over my dark and tainted words
Do I even make a sound
When no one is around
To read my words?
And express the things I can’t explain
Even the tree found a purpose
Branches tired, worn, an worthless
Just like the words I speak
Falling short and discrete
I leave the music to drive it home
Can you hear when I play it alone?
But the question shouldn’t be:
“Does anybody hear us?”
But, “Does anybody care?”
[From the wall of FB friend Lucy Dias]
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