I Want You To Listen.

What more do you want? You ask for a shape I give you a color. Your sweet tongue grows salty on my ears. Bring forth the kite, Let me restring it for you, We'll work together, Get it all right, In the mist of courage, We're all wandering. "Daughters of Trust, I forbid you!" He called. But they were filing out now. Astrewning the skies with wonders, Glittering grace down to us now Now, but what do we do now? "We have no more cows!" She yelled. "What more do you want?" He yelled. But the matter had ended. No one was listening 'Cept the boat in the harbor.