I will weep the day my words display
The thoughts I truly wish to convey,
And on that day, I'll meet dismay,
And hope to know the songs they play.
May I shed a tear from my eyes 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 sigh to pass lips by.
So let my past play heavy,
And break my unconscious mind,
Singing only your victims
Are the ones who deserve to strive.
And as their hearts do heal,
I hope my name is lost,
For what it's worth I'll pay in full
When I reach the river cross.