In the end, I am still here
Like a rock, a mountain
Unable to stir from my resting place
I hear the voices
But I can not answer
The wires holding shut my lips
The dark skies, over head
I am cold, safe
Though I see you, you can not me
Like a dark, twisted tree
Ugly, passed by
With secrets only it knows
Whisper - I can still hear
Speak - The words I do not know
Shout - The voice now gone
I still see
Far behind the walls
A flicker still there
The voice now gone
Come back! Come back!
Welcome silence, old friend
(c) 2004
