We were raised with soft lips and quick hands, our kin shouted from the mountaintops of the love they found. Our neighbors sat on rooftops and heckled the people walking by, taunting them with the love they found. But we were raised to borrow the ears of the saints. whisper of the love we found and keep it close to our chests. Our kin folk paraded about with their hands to the world and our neighbors embraced the villagers with an open fist. But we were raised to hide our hands and hold tight to the love we found. Our kin folk brandished forked tongues and our neighbors borrowed any ear that turned their way. But we were raised to whisper into the ears of humble of the love we found. Our kin would make riddles that cursed the soft spoken and the neighbors would accuse us of being ashamed of our token. But we were raised to be patient and we were raised to sing, to whisper such a lovely thing. peace to your heart it shall bring. To hold such a passion buried so deep this precious love you shall keep.