You wouldn't hear -
That I sing alone, by my window sill
And keep singing, I will.
You wouldn't wipe -
That have been shed
And sleepless nights that still await ahead.
You wouldn't know -
I count through days and nights
Waiting for the hour that will bring my knight.
You wouldn't feel -
That keeps me alive, the desire
Within myself, like a burning fire.
You wouldn't smell -
I grew with care, in our garden
To decorate your path as you near abode.
You wouldn't ever see -
I'd choose to be free
When I'd let it be, let you go and be me!