Dear someone listening.
In the shadows.
I only talk to you sometimes.
And though I ask for help in riddles.
It is clearer in my mind.
Clearer in my mind.
Born of a sign that carries vessels.
But in the month as cold as ice.
I know I question things too quickly.
But I've never questioned if I've loved.
Loved.
Dear someone watching from the shadows.
I'm clenching water in my fists.
The drops they slip right threw my fingers.
But there's water on my lips.
Water on my lips.
Born of a sign that carries vessels.
But in the months that bring just ice.
And though I question things too quickly.
But I've never wondered if I've loved.
Wondered if I've loved.
Dear someone watching from the shadows.
You've seen me lose all the water from my hands.
I'm not a skillful water carrier.
But the raindrops keep falling on my head.
Falling on my head.
Born of a sign that carries water.
But in the month that brings just ice.
I'm not a skillful water carrier.
But I learned to carry love.
Learned to carry love.
I'm not a skillful water carrier.
But I've learned to carry love.
Love.