Some, 1971

Sometimes I can't find the words,
But I want to be heard.


Some things I always wanted to say,
But I didn't think they would be okay.


Somewhere I can have life,
But someone always has a knife.


Sometimes, some things are somewhere,
But those things are too high in the air--
To reach,
So I teach--
Someone else to catch them,
But instead they pray to Him.


Sometimes I CAN find the words,
But people don't listen for what is heard.


Some things I HAVE been able to say,
But some people didn't think they were okay.


Somewhere I have FOUND life,
But he still has that knife.


Sometimes, some things are somewhere,
But those things are too high in the air.