I don't want words To cheapen what I feel for you. Paper can't speak for my heart but Can it dull the pain of knowing that We can't be together? Don't think I haven't known. What you should know is that Your voice feels like a God is easing my fear And each time you smile I am born again. I don't need to be your life To have the illusion that I own you; Love is never owned and Owning your love doesn't mean that I love you. I would die for you, and yet My words have still been cheapened. What you mean to me is meaning, and I am not alone when I remember That the sun rises in our common sky.