In me, you sing

Well I wish I knew better
The beat of your heart
So I could fix all that’s a troublin’
Now I know words beat letters
And none stand apart
But if I’m not there, ain’t it somethin’?

So I write you this letter
The sun is up soon
In me, you sing, torn not broken
Like a bird in rough weather
Send forth the good tune
You know that your wheel’s still in motion

So amidst battles Future
Recall that the storm
Can whistle like bats in a throng
But the voice of you beaut, yeah
With grit for pain borne
When the wind’s huffed and puffed, shall belong