How to say what you’ve seen
And know where you’ve been
Is a dream not many can
know
To feel what is real
And heal what’s been killed
Is a wish that keeps digging a hole
So we borrow and we steal
What he said and what she feels
Forgetting our own reasons
Of why we want to live
To sing what is true
But sounds like the blues
Is a song that few of us hear
To scream what I mean
And cause a big scene
Is a dream that often reappears
So we settle on sorrow
We bet on tomorrow
While the changing seasons
Keep us in each others grIp
Poem by Ryan Hughes
Ryan Hughes 