come look

come look at us, funny, not mastered to pray,
come look at us, lost in our searching for way,
come down to take part in our upcoming shows,
the seeds that you've planted so weirdly arose

look after, look after, we're mumbling too loud,
look after me, visible far from the crowd,
look into me for i deserve you to look
i'm open, i'm ready, your coloring book

present me a language i'll master so deep
somebody will love and will beg me to keep
way back from the schedule, i'm leaving behind
the stones that were keeping it harder to find

the sky is enlightening the snowflakes that fall
and warm up the earth that is brighter of all
he's telling me language i speak is a gift,
i'm sticking to thought that will keep me adrift

he's telling me music he speaks is a prize
i look at the snowflakes that started to rise
he's saying he'll never allow us to stop
those words in my head slowly piling atop

he's telling me things we create and enlist
are colors you've had no idea exist
let's find them the names let's invent them anew
let's never conclude what we've started to do

come look at us, shy, unrecalled, insecure
come hug us to hearten us, to reassure
we'll break and we'll cry and we'll fall and we'll bend
and nevertheless you'll be holding my hand