Underneath the truth lies deep
Never being exposed for its to weak
Begging a silent whisper to scream and shout
Waiting for something to let it out.
Its silently seeping into the thoughts
Weaving the intricate web in which its caught
The weight of what it carries is tons
Burning through the hearts like a thousand sons
It gains its voice, it shouts, it screams
Desperately pleading to be seen
Soon it has made its message loud and clear
Finally glad they’ve chosen to hear
Then again it silently sweeps down where it lay
Knowing it will have to return someday
But for now it sleeps, without making a sound
Content with knowing its finally been found