Beneath your calm exterior
the heaving of your chest reveals
the walled city within.
The cheerful grin you wear
out in open air
belies the vaulted chambers
inside.
Could you trust me to touch you?
Hurt upon hurt has hardened your soul; I know
Crushing blows have caused
your inner child to cease to grow
Caged up and forced to be a man;
my dear one, that was never the plan!
Can you trust me to touch you?
I can see that deep inside
you want to believe in something real
Not only for a fleeting glance
but to taste, to see, to feel
Can I touch you? Can I touch you?
I want to walk beside you
through your field of broken dreams
To hold your hand and lift your eyes;
to make your see who you are
not who you think you were meant to be
Let me touch you! Let me touch you.
I can see that deep inside
you want to believe in something real
Not only for a fleeting glance
but to taste, to see, to REALLY feel.
Touch me. You can touch me.
You can touch me. Touch me
