Trouble says to turn away
Trouble turns another day
Half a life lived in your head
Halfway there and almost dead
Seems your troubles here to stay
All you know you know it well
Know it all but naught to tell
Count to ten and pause your lip
Take the time, kiss fingertips
Find the path where freedom fell
Listen, to the words you don’t
Want to hear; hear, the painful
Words and hear them clear
Formed by love, powered with care
Your life alone they dare to share
