When we are over
And you're six feet underground
I'll fill my core with silence
I will not make a sound
No words
No sounds
Just air
Comes out
My mouth
And I'll keep up with this quiet
Til I see your face again
So you can tell me it's alright
That you are safe in heaven
No words
No sounds
Just air
Comes out
My mouth
The tears will flow out
When you come to me first
Then I'll write you a song
And sing every verse
Cause I need your permission
If I'm to ever speak a word
I need at least a whisper
To break this silent curse
But until then..
No words
No sounds
Just air
Comes out
My mouth
(c) 2011



and I'm glad I did, because this is amazingly expressive and sensitive ... it's a phenomenal piece of writing I think, in every way I could name. I would even hope you have some kind of professional path you could pursue on something like this. I can imagine (in a very real way) hearing these words sung on the airways.
