Numbers

Who will see you when the fog clears?
Who will hold your hand?
Who will reach out to dry them soft tears?
Who will leave no doubt?

Especially at night
When you’re feeling out of sight

All in all, we’re just numbers
A paraphrase for love unheard
We lean towards the light
And hope that we find all the answers
Will they make it to you
In time

Who will speak out
When your tongue aches?
Who will hear your will?
You’ve always been waiting for time to move onward
Now your heart sits still