Post by Rackinac on Mar 26, 2007 17:04:39 GMT -5
I have a voice;
Although never heard.
I have a life;
Although injured.
I do speak;
Not that you know.
I do breath;
Although shallow.
I want more;
But do not ask.
I want love;
That simple task.
I do sing;
Words silenced.
I do cry;
Tears blood-red.
Hiding behind tombstones,
Flying above clouds.
Hidden from the world,
Distant from the crowds.
No one to mourn,
No one to dread.
No one to know
If I was dead.
My blood is red,
My veins are blue.
And now you know
My voice is true.
Although never heard.
I have a life;
Although injured.
I do speak;
Not that you know.
I do breath;
Although shallow.
I want more;
But do not ask.
I want love;
That simple task.
I do sing;
Words silenced.
I do cry;
Tears blood-red.
Hiding behind tombstones,
Flying above clouds.
Hidden from the world,
Distant from the crowds.
No one to mourn,
No one to dread.
No one to know
If I was dead.
My blood is red,
My veins are blue.
And now you know
My voice is true.
