I will be Found

January 20, 2012
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There are words that cannot be said and fly away like the sound of bees,
Deep down they are full, a voice ready to be played and heard as clear as can be,
They are trapped inside you climbing the walls of your throat, afraid that those words can make others hurt.

It’s my footsteps banging hard on this cold lonely pavement,
Step by step they are talking, begging, “Can you help me find my way?”
People are passing like nothing is going on; they don’t stop and say, “Are you okay what is wrong?”

Silence is broken in a matter of seconds,
Seconds that can sometimes seem like hours when you have to go home and help out the others,
No one to help you, you’re on your own,
You scream and you struggle,
You shred and you tear,
Life is so precious don’t you be covered in fear.





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