Rhythmic Random....Worded

A silent surrender for an unknown sender

can i say more in words or is it better unheard

treat me for the wounds of many.

on my shoulder there memorys are so heavy.

i come to a stand still, facing the epic man hill.

but with you waiting at the top i’ll never stop.

heart locked away, chained tight.

only his mind, words and feelings take flight.

inside out, his body erges to feel no more

with a nail to his head he bore.

silent crusader not a word in his mouth.