They sing the things,

I want to tell you.

Why can't I say those words,
the words that say how much I love you.

Why can they sing them,
while I can't say them?

I listen to the words and wish you were here.

Here, in my arms,
where I would whisper those words to you.

But you aren't here
and I can't say them.

The words of love they sing about,
I can only listen to those songs.

Will I ever whisper those words to you?

Or is it all a dream?

Those songs,
those words,
that love,
that truth.