When It Sings

All the sorrows and the joys like magnetism
And a selfish boy looks through a prism
And says what is But never asks what isn’t
But a voice contains many precious things
It laughs
And then it sings
And all the lies that we can tell
To our foolish selves
Maybe this is the love song that I refused to Write her when I loved her like I used to And I fear my heart may spin and fracture
Like tears of stone falling from a statue
But a voice contains all that’s true and false
Then cries for someone else
And for some honest tenderness
So I must confess
All the words you say to me Have music in them
All the sorrows and the joys like magnetism
And a selfish boy looks through a prism
And says what is But never asks what isn’t