So that you will hear me...

So that you will hear me
sometimes my words grow into shapes you will recognize
and I watch from a long way back...
and they look more like your words, than mine.

Before you, they were kept in my dark room,
and they crawled in and out of my head,
and up and down the walls...
they knew my sadness, truly.

Now you.
This is all because you fill everything.
And now they are pushed out of my lair...
And surface in ways you can see them too.

Now I want them to say to you, what I want to say.
I want you to hear them as I hear them.
Your love makes them lighter...
and I weave them into an endless chain that we will share.