Speak

I don't know how to speak anymore.

You took away my voice,

my choice,

of what to do with my broken life.

I was quiet too then, remember?

My solance was a torment of my nightmares.

I couldn't express the toil in me, the rotting.

Yes, I was rotting inside out.

I never knew how to shout,

stand for myself and face the world,

give me some hand to hold.

You were it.

You came so galantly, dreaming of dreams,

giving me hope that I may someday speak.

You talked to me of wonders of the world, of visiting the stars,

going so far,

and never coming back...

I just silently listened to your thoughts,

dreaming too...

And after days and centuries, I don't know how long,

I came to you, trusting you to dry my tears.

And you did, you comforted me, took away my fears

taking the shots that were aimed just for me.

I thought we would always be free.

Now that you're gone, you've taken my voice

just as you first gave it to me.

I thought it was time,

but you were not mine.

I just want to die, to see you again up there.

I miss you, I want to kiss you.

I know you always said I was strong,

but you were so wrong.

I need my voice back to get back return my hold

with the world

which has me chained down here forever.

You are now the stars now and the clouds.

I just hope you can be proud

of what I've now become.

And forgive the things I've done

as you always have

time and time again.