You say they never were your words to speak

Alone, apart is where you find your peace

You trace the moon along a frosted road

And find the shadows pictures of your need

Build yourself in silence before you make a sound

Sympathy or pretense I’m going back to see her

And I’ll protect and tell her what I know

I’ve read the books of words that is your life

I’ll be the place where girl and woman meet

Build yourself in silence before you make a sound

Sympathy or pretense I’m going back to see her

And I’ll protect and tell her

How I have longed to help her