Can you hear me in the quiet of dawn,

when the world is barely awake.

Can you hear me in the hush of your heart,

when the noise of the day has died,

when the echoes of laughter fade to the past,

and we’re left with the thoughts we hide?

Can you hear me when you run away from your problems and all the things you never said.

Can you hear me, when the echoes of raindrops

fall on the cold, hard ground,

when the puddle grows so wide

that the drumming of rain

drowns out the whispers of the night?

Can you hear me, over the sounds of a thousand voices begging for you to listen?

Can you hear me, inbetween the hello and goodbyes, inbetween the truth and lies, and finally when my voice quiets and nothings left, in that moment can you hear me?