Life of Unspoken

Can you feel it singing?

It breathes unto me,

For I am the cause of its

Endless eternity.

 

A world of white-

A place quite unknown.

To be together with others

Or be forever alone?

 

An unknown fortitude

Carries through the heart,

But it tears up all the mourning,

Breaks them all apart.

 

How can one understand

A life simply past our own?

An impossible thing?

"We must only condone."

 

If it cannot be done

By the average masses,

Deemed only impossible

And only lies passes.

 

But can you not see

By the scars or the marks

The voices I do hear

Of the calling young larks?

 

It be not a lie

But an exemption of truth

That keeps fear at bay

And young in their youth.

 

But how do you know

Unless far traveled by

The words that I speak

Are not simply a lie?

 

Unless sight is but seen

These words that I speak

Are ever forgotten

As you turn the other cheek.

 

You will never yet know

How life is to be

Unless you bother to stay,

To listen to me.