LISTEN


He comes in and drops his keys
Same routine, checks his mail
Not only the flu's clotting his head
Not only the mess puzzles his brain
He's afraid to show
He's afraid to fall

When he listens to his own sound
When he learns to praise his own mouth
He will
He will be
What he wants to be

With a plate, he sits on his bed
Hopes one day they steal all of them
Stories built with his broken nails
Reflecting what's inside his creative head
He's afraid to open up
He's afraid to rise up

When you listen to your own sound
When you learn to praise your own mouth
You will
You will be
What you want to be

Push yourself, wash off that cold sweat, and scream
Words have meaning with sound or without

Just get up and go!

Comes in, picks up the phone
Hello!