Those nights when your tears slide down in the dark
and you can feel their silent mark
there's a voice out there in the quiet
it's a whisper so faint but proud
it says "you are the reason the dew builds in the morning
when the doves coo they sing for you
the galaxies sit at your feet and bend to your will
how can you say you are nothing?"
-
You didn't hear it last night
we both know that's true
but by all love in the universe
I hope you will hear it tomorrow
