Waiting for Words

Sometimes we’re alone, but not by ourselves
The things that we hide are in others as well
Sometimes we’re afraid we won’t find release
So we hide in our doubts and forget that we’re free

Surrounded by fear we lose sight of our dreams
But if you listen real close you’ll hear hope whispering

Can you! feel the wind on your fingertips?
Can you! feel the tremble of your lips
With the question that’s waiting for words
And the fears you don’t want to be heard?

Sometimes we feel that hope isn’t safe
And we forget that there’s risk in the fight to escape
Sometimes we know much more than we feel
But that doesn’t make the feeling any less real

Surrounded by fear we lose sight of our dreams
But if you listen real close you’ll hear hope whispering

‘Cause I! breathe the wind on your fingertips
And I! feel the tremble on your lips
With the question that’s waiting for words
I hear the hopes that you fear go unheard