Tears and fears and silent words…give him back to me, us, we.
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Tears and fears and silent words…give him back to me, us, we.
Photo courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/
What words you hear if truth be spoken When silence is preferred The brutal price your lips have paid For words you have spoken.
One step further Then the day before… The moment before… The time you whispered Goodbye.
How words form to shape our thoughts on paper,
Permanent in form —
Living throughout eternity
Unless a match should strike,
The rain should fall,
And eternity no longer is.
To you who stole
My life,
Then asked why
I did not live…
Your words will
Come back to you
Haunting
Taunting
Throught the silence
Of my lips
And the fear
You buried me in
Will slowly, achingly
Steal the breath
Of you!