These words express moments where I am sitting somewhere, and find myself tuning into individuals, and sensing emotion. As I sit there, I wonder if others feel things as deeply as I do, or whether the person I see knows they are not alone.
If a heart can yearn, without the mind
don’t you think that’s so fair
pulsing a pure and kind love
the wish to help and care
that tears are held beneath the lids
and your heart is like it’s calling
don’t you think your heart is true
whispering to your mind, it’s calling?
If whenever I may look or feel you
tune into your very prescence
what if it was you calling?
and people didn’t hear your cries
what if I, so rare with care
did listen to my heart to yours
and if I did, hear your echoes sigh
I would breathe a solemn reply
If a heart can yearn without the mind
Don’t you think that’s so fair?