I've grown accustomed to the silence,
Engulfed, my mind will speak no thoughts-
For in the darkness comes my blindness,
and I cannot see all that I've got.
I've tried and tried, my tongue is tied,
And so for now, the time, I bide;
Slowly drowning in this rain,
I wait for sun to see again;
The water washes old away,
and brings new times to laugh and play.
I'm trapped inside my lost encounters,
I'm trapped inside my only hope,
For in my mind I'm slowly drowning,
These words are all I've got to cope.
Words and thoughts and memories,
Are all I've got to set me free.
For thought I lack all my expression,
My mind has just one last suggestion...
Let. it. go.
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