I have written many times in many ways
But I still don’t know what to say to you
I don’t like this one I see and I don’t like these words that I have come to say to you
Parts of me know what it feels like to be near and to be fair
But I hope that I have now come to an easy path to be who I am
and who I’d like you to see
How uneasy to be open to be home unfrail and understanding
unpretending
Be who you can draw
I don’t think it’s what you hear or what you feel
I don’t want you to be scared that’s how we’re made
the wakers of the wind