Invite me to listen
To all you believe
I’ll sit proper 
Hoping to hear, but knowing I won’t 
How what’s in your heart spilled out to the streets
We’ll toast to your voice and I’ll take my leave

Talk with me though
On all that you know
How you held the grey captive
Extending your hand -healed it 
I’ll ask you to speak slow, I’ll stay at your feet
My heart your tent of gold