Listening is a lost art it seems
A silent moment feels awkwards sometimes
Sometimes I can't let time pass without saying what I think
But if I want to know your point of view
Can't make this about me, what I think you mean
Its not about how I feel, what I'm sensing, and what I see.
But sometimes I struggle and not sure what you're trying to say
when I am standing here filled by my own thoughts, focused on me
hearing what I think is true about you, based on what I see,
when I'm really standing, standing in the way.
And at the same time, I hope you're free to tell me
just what you see in me, and how hard it can be,
that you're free to tell me in good times and hard times anyway.
So I'm learning to listen well; to hear more and say less.
That my way isn't always true; no, its not about my point of view.
Sometimes its hard, to let people in, but you take a step, one step closer in.
Even when you're afraid, to learn to trust again.
So I'm willing for you to help me to step back,
so I can understand, so I can know real truth.
I'm learning what it means, to stand under you,
so I can understand you.
Help me,let my words be few,
so I can know the real you.
Because there's no one quite like you.
