Wherever you are, I hope these words reach you.
I'll read them as strongly as I can with my weak voice,
but you might not hear me.
I've never been able to speak very loudly near people....
To be honest, I don't even know who you are--
I'm just calling out, to whoever you might be,
I'm calling out, so I can be heard.
I've been alone for so long, but no one's been able to hear me.
So please, hear my voice, whoever you might be,
and if you come running, that'll be even better.
I'll sing if I have to,
sometimes my voice is stronger then, once I get going.
I'll raise my voice to the clouds and lower it to the valleys,
and I'll make it loud and clear, spreading out as far as it can go....
But I'm sure you won't hear me. No one ever does.
I'm beginning to lose hope, whoever you are--
you're taking an awfully long time.
But I'll try my best to keep going, to keep calling for you...
all in the hopes that someday you'll hear me,
and save me from this loneliness.
All I want is for someone to hear me,
for someone to listen to me for once.
I've got lots of things to say... but I've stopped saying them
because when I do, it's as if I haven't spoken at all.
No one seems to hear little old me....
But I'm being self-centered. If you've other things to do,
you don't have to come. I'll be all right, I guess,
since I've been all right this long.
But... in the end, it really would be nice to be heard.
I've so many stories to tell,
so many things to share with the world.
But my voice is so small, so quiet....
But still I will call to you,
I'll call out to you for as long as I live,
because as I do, I'm sharing things with the world,
even if no one can hear me.
Well, perhaps....
I'll rephrase that, and make it true--
I'll call out to you for as long as I live,
because as I do, I'm sharing things with the world,
even if no one listens.
