Like the tree’s branches reach for the wind
I touch all the words you’re unwilling to say
I sway,
In between
What you want me to know
What you’re reluctant to show
So
Sight becomes of no use
Words lack meaning
I have to trust what I’m feeling
The Inner Alchemy of You and Me
Like the tree’s branches reach for the wind
I touch all the words you’re unwilling to say
I sway,
In between
What you want me to know
What you’re reluctant to show
So
Sight becomes of no use
Words lack meaning
I have to trust what I’m feeling