So young to be old – so the story seems to be told

Trying to find the right words
Trying to Wright the right words
Looking through all that we know
Trying to make the letters hit home

For the words we speak arnt always steady
But the pen is always ready
And my tounge may be sharp and deadly
But the ink always flows out gently

For our hearts do scream and ache
These tears and crys proof that we brake
But never do they find the purpose
For the braking and the hurting
Only the words written down
Can be louder then the sounds

So the truth may come out through
What we say
Or what we do
For the time has come to sound
The truth of what life is now
What the world had put us through
The only one who can tell the truth
Of what we’ve lived is me and you


2 Comments Add yours

    1. cjbeamish says:

      Thank you 😀
      Feedback is always great =D

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