I light the path with open hands, Share glimpses of my day like sand— Slipping through with light and grace, A photo here, a smiling face.
You say you care—then let it show, A picture, thought, just let me know. It isn’t strange to need to see The world you walk when not with me.
I give, and give, my window’s wide, While you keep yours all locked inside. Balance breaks—as I just want love to grow, But feel the chill of your quiet "no."
You called my energy weird to you, So here I stand, no longer through— I won’t keep reaching, asking more, Since you won’t match my light, I’ll match yours.
