You say you hear me
But what do you see
A little girl, caught in a whirl
To scared, impaired, by her fear
Not willing to face the demons
Nor her dreams
'Cause she's not clear on
What she wants
Her needs pushed back
You're giving her slack
Yet not really knowing
What you're owing
To her power
In this hour, she seems quiet and shy
But why?
Because no one knows she's the Skye
Seeing- holding everything.
If you really listen you can hear her sing
Her words speaking
The only thing
She deems worth creating
A world into existence
But in your presence
She is quiet
Yes, in this present tense
She doesn't quite yet
Believe you won't jet
At the first hint of something better
She's still not sure you get her
And she feels pressured
However, if she allowed her pleasure
To shine through
Even you would see the truth
If she felt free to be
Free to exist with ease
Free to let her smile please
To allow her desire be a tease
She would state in front of modern kings
She is the one who sees
So it is with unsure wings
She's stills the winds
Of her insecurity
And silently
I ponder all these things
As I listen to you say
You hear me
About the Creator
Jara Dekker
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