I open my mouth
The words don't come out
But they scream in my head
From my eyes they do spout
Do I want to be heard?
The heart would know best
But the heart won't speak
Just like all the rest
Silence is feeble
Not golden, but weak
What a fool I am
To utter only a squeak
My thoughts are muted
Oh where is my spine?
I cannot stand strong
I'm at the end of the line
My chance is gone
I can now stand upright
When it come times again
Will I speak or take flight?
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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