Unheard

Your tough exterior hides a lot but your words warm the heart.... You gaurd yourself with knives and shields to those that are asleep not much appeals..... Your warm words knock down walls that breathe in light and cleans the soul... That light that awakens the walking dead when they think there no longer heard..... Your ears are sharp you have a gift to hear those that no longer speak......You answer quick with soothing words that heal the pain and clears the blur...... Now I say these words to you when you cry out I'll hear you too