let me place my finger on the dot
let me bring out the heart that you shot
let me visit the soul that does rot
let me remember the arguments we fought
let me remind you that you speak and feel like a robot
let me let you remember the lessons i taught

she wants to talk with
him more than anything but
sorrow consumes her

In a library you could find a book's buildup,
There was this quiet girl who hid behind bookshelves.
She was special, for she took the courage to stand up;
For those who could not stand up for themselves.

She realized that those fighting what they're fearing,
Often did not have a choice.
And that the ones worth hearing,
Often did not have the loudest voice.

She was the one to have her sails unfurled,
In a storm, yet not inflect.
For sometimes those who change the world,
Are the ones you least expect.

I SPEAK FOR FIVE.
THEY DON'T ALWAYS ALIGN.

I speak, for four.
Talking, is a chore.

I speak for three,
They don't always agree,

i speak for two.
they dont have a clue.

i speak for one
it's not very fun

now i don't speak at all
i want my friends back

eyes speak all of the words
we cannot bring ourselves to say

when i see him the world
somehow crumbles and rebuilds
itself within a matter
of seconds and i am left
holding my breath in my hands
conjuring up ways to speak

I am learning to speak
Although I can speak.

I am learning to see,
Although I can see.

So why I don't like what
I see or speak.!

Hence I must learn
To speak and see.