Everything we never said,
every ounce of love I bled,
the memories I thought were dead,
the silence spells it out.
And what I believed I'd beaten down,
the feelings I thought strangled out,
It's got me reeling, nearly kneeling now,
the silence sounds it out.
Foreboding like the coming rain,
or worse yet winds that sound like trains,
I choke on sorrow, drown in shame,
the silence screams it, now.