From week to week and day to day
I’m one who never knows quite what to say.
When typing a paper or composing a text
It’s not hard; I know just what is next,
But when I’m surrounded by enemies and friends
I’m so scared I’ll say the wrong thing to all of them,
But I’m not sure I would.
From month to month and year to year
I listen and listen just trying to hear.
They tell me their stories and thoughts and their woes
While there I stand with mine held far below.
They all use me as a shoulder for tears
But when I have to cry no one offers me theirs.
But I’m not sure they should.
From moment to moment and hour to hour
I see myself change from a seed to a flower,
But as I sit here I’m afraid to go on
I’m afraid, after all, that my fears will have won.
With all of my heart I know the words to say,
I know I can do this, I know that I’ll try….
At least I’m sure that I could.