To Be Known

Wanted to sing

There's a lump in my throat

Wanted to cross

There's a moat

I'm always trying

To tell you something, but

I'm always poor in my choice

Of words

So I get to stopping

Before starting up

Taking my wings off

Before I jump

Why try?

Why lose, when alone ain't so bad?

I'm comfortable with what

I have

Unless

I'm missing the best

I confess

I'm longing to be known

The coyote calls

And then she's quiet

I'm longing to sing in the same spirit

I'm longing to sing

I'm longing to sing

I'm longing to sing in the same spirit