Things

I wish I was understood
I wish what i did would count
I feel like a desperate leaf on the ground
Too wet to move, too small to breathe
As I am stepped upon or washed away
As I still long for those long gone summer days My only wish is to be swept away
By the only thing that counts
I wish I was understood
I wish people would love me for what I intend
I feel like desperate church bells chiming in empty streets Too loud for some,
too high to stare
As backs turn on me, as cracks reveal in me
I still resound for the sake of it you see
My only wish is to send an echo out
For things that count
For things that count that are so small
That you can’t hold them up
For things that count that you don’t see
But you know that they’re there and that’s what counts For things that you
don’t hear, you don’t see
But can be found
And it feels good when you know that they’re there