I listen as you talk I even know your walk I listen to you speak I never turn the other cheek. I listen to the sounds that come from the front street I listen all around to every little sound. Those sounds can be so sweet like little birds that sing, laughter coming in, the wind blowing through the leaves. Some sounds make me sad like doors slamming mad, poeple screaming loud
engines rowing proud! So many different sounds so have shook me deep inside, some have scared me to run and hide. Some have made smile and laugh like the jokes you told me too.
