There's sometimes energy in words
they seem to jump up off the page.
Then there's other words that hide there
like they've seen the End of Days.
Wrapped in a cloak of silence
taught never to be spoken,
until we've seen the fall of men
and all the clocks are broken.

When the innocence returns
and sits side by side in all our lives.
And all that's left is wanting souls
just needing love to stay alive.
When ego dies, in all its forms
and returns to the dust,
the words that chose to hide away
shall return to our trust.