I can’t make somebody have the words
For what they can’t even see.

I can’t make somebody hear
What they’re working hard to ignore.

I cannot long for the same feeling
that they fear.

I’ve never been one to chase someone running away.

I will run to someone,
Or meet halfway.

So if you want to run,
Just know, that the fear
Will find you again.

It’s not me you are running from.