she’s weighed down by the colors of the wind
a bird so afraid to fly, regretful of her sins
she thinks of what she’s done, all she can’t undo
“i can’t say these things (she says), not to you”
words… without eyes to illustrate
words… nor voice to communicate
words… telling a story she’s told a thousand times in silence
her fingers are stained with unspoken fears
she struggles to see the page through the falling tears
unformed thoughts dance upon her tongue
the hurt’s not over yet, the healing has just begun in
words… without eyes to illustrate
words… nor voice to communicate
words… telling a story she’s told a thousand times…
words… without eyes to illustrate
words… why can’t you communicate in
words… a story you’ve told a thousand times