The angels were whispering in my ear about the confines of my heart
They know I withhold nothing from you
Yet when I am sad it is not their hands against my mouth, but a strangers
I have no plight against them
When my head is screaming to let out a sound
No whisper is even heard
Will my casket be filled merely with cheap regrets
When I could have been speaking truth
My love, how do I find my voice