...To Be Heard
did you grow up like me?
Dreaming of the day you would meet that "special someone"
Imagining that, just like everyone said, "the songs would make sense"
Hoping with that first kiss there would come "a spark"
Planning "a fairy tale wedding"
did you worry like me?
Wondering if "you could ever be good enough"
Hardening your heart because "staying soft hurts too much"
Wishing you were one of those people who "just let go"
Crying alone without someone "who understood"
were you surprised like me?
That when I finally met you, it wasn't those things that really mattered
The songs made sense
There was a spark
We planned
You told me I was more than enough
You protected my soft heart
You held on so I could let go
You understood
Better than all those things
Better than anyone ever told me
You finally made me understand what it meant
To really be heard
