• Thoughts
    These are all I have

    Many broken
    For who will really listen

    The only one around
    who could listen
    could understand
    Couldn't

    So I keep quiet
    in the back of the room

    If that one
    would listen
    would understand

    Could my broken thoughts
    Finally become whole

    But they won't
    It's been to long

    So I keep quiet
    In the back of the room

    I always wondered
    If it started differently

    If it began with listening
    with understanding
    would I still be

    The quiet one
    in the back of the room