Stop, just for a moment
Stop to take a breath
Whisper something to the trees that will help me believe
Can I want you to want me to know that you’re listening too
Because I am listening
And I am trying
To be who I can, to be who I need
So you’ll recognize me
Are you listening
The moment it comes
That moment, we’ll see
I’ll whisper something, softly as I can speak
And it will sound like the wind in the trees, returning from me
Because I was listening
And I knew you were trying
To be who you are, and who you will be
So I would recognize you
While you were listening
-Zach