Born Without the Words

Oh my God I feel it in my blood The warming of the winter The coming of the flood Springtime’s song Born without the words Waiting for a flower Longing to be heard Pushing it’s way out of the ground Born Without The Words Feelings too old to die young now You can live your whole life in want Comparing to another As something that you’re not Or you can fill the space that you’ve been given The space that was made for you You and no one else Pushing my way out of the ground I’m ready for it I’ve grown too old to die young now I’m better for it Born without the words Waiting for a flower Longing to be heard