Sometimes I have so much to say that the words come tumbling out of me
Rushing fast as a freight train when you’re standing on the tracks;
Broken as the sound of rain on a rooftop;
Harsh and gentle as a baby’s cry.

Sometimes I have so much to say that the words come tumbling out of me
In loud screeches and cries that forget rules and regulation
Like they’re tired of being quantified and confined.

Sometimes I have so much to say that the words come tumbling out of me
And I don’t stop to think that these are the words that will get me in trouble
Cost me my small place among the unrelenting and reserved;
Lock me up in unforgiving judgment.

Sometimes I have so much to say that it’s easier not to say anything at all.