Art of Hearing
If somebody knew about feeling
If anyone symbolized love and life
If somebody knew how to listen
But there’s nobody here right now
And the day takes forever to turn into night
If clouds were made out of cotton
If stars were closer to touch
If chocolate could cure cancer
Knives wouldn’t cut
Guns wouldn’t fire
And money and health would still not be enough
When are you going to listen?
Why can’t you hear what is not being said?
There’s a difference between painting one in a corner
And kissing a cheek before tucking them in bed