I suppose we’re not all that alike,
You and I.
But would you teach me how to be?
I have never once seen you cry
Before the lights.
Would you show me how to find my peace?
I suppose most don’t turn to you for company,
Except perhaps a lonely flame
Flickering, tiny and afraid.
And I suppose most don’t call you their friend
When all you do is conceal
Everything that might invoke fear.
I suppose most don’t consider you a good judge
For you only make the smallest, loneliest lights
And I know I don’t know you
Like I think I do.
But I suppose it is your nature to conceal
All you feel
And all you are,
Just so the distant stars
Would you show me how to
Make someone shine
Without having to turn to light?
I suppose you’re not what most yearn to be,
But would you teach me your ways?
And I suppose most don’t turn to you to lead them,
But could you take my hand today?