Wakers of the Wind

I have written many times in many ways But I still don't know what to say to you I don't like this one I see and I don't Like these words that I have come to say to you Parts of me know what it feels like to be near and to be fair But I hope that I have now come to an easy path to be who I am And who I'd like you to see How uneasy to be open to be home unfrail and understanding Unpretending Be who you can draw I don't think it's what you hear or what you feel I don't want you to be scared that's how we're made The wakers of the wind