I let the melodies speak for me,
Give it my heart, my soul– everything it could carry.
I let the words flow right past me
Afraid that if I listen and take it to the heart,
I’d hear the truth I refuse to see.
I let the voices weep for me
Not with words, but with the shouts and sighs, unmasked and free.
I let the notes, faltering, sail through me,
Afraid that if I remember and let it come to mind,
I’d see the truth I refuse to find.