I’m here but I’m not

You think of me a lot

But I never show my face

Not at the same place

I use paper and pen

And talk to you from my den

No one’s knows who spoke the words

But only the melody matters when it’s the birds

I can make a change from the shadows

And change all these cities to meadows

If you listen to what I say

There’s hope for another day

Voice is what matters

When everything scatters

Some may think your lying

But at least your trying