I will weep the day my words display,
the thoughts I truly wish to convey,
and on that day, ill meet dismay,
and hope to know the songs they play.
May I shed a tear from my eye's so dry
And forget the words so lost am I,
But it seems no matter how hard I try,
only a whisper escapes,
Forced With subtle pry.
Leaves only a psy to pass lips by.
so let my past play heavy,
and break my unconscious mind
singing only your victim,
are the ones who deserves to strive
and as their hearts do heal
I hope my name is lost
for what its worth ill pay in full
when I reach the river cross