What is a thought,but words left unsaid
Confused little letters locked deep in my head
Why do I hide them, what do I fear?
They want to get out for someone to hear
The brain is a storeroom , but where is the key?
I've got to unlock it so I can find me
The past and the future will live with my soul, but without expression one cannot grow old
With this silent pencil, I'll let out the words, and in peaceful contentment
I will be heard!
Dec 25, 2009
Dec 25, 2009 at 7:41 AM UTC
What is a thought,but words left unsaid
Confused little letters locked deep in my head
Why do I hide them, what do I fear?
They want to get out for someone to hear
The brain is a storeroom , but where is the key?
I've got to unlock it so I can find me
The past and the future will live with my soul, but without expression one cannot grow old
With this silent pencil, I'll let out the words, and in peaceful contentment
I will be heard!