Where do the words go that we never speak?
Where are the paths to the destination
the places we never seek
Cut off at the last moment
a plan in pieces when the picture was near complete
rain on watercolors when the day was bright
and words unspoken brought unrelenting night
One more day
a sunrise away
everything unraveled in confusion
so many words I wanted to say
If there was just one thing you knew
kept inside for the moment to be right
could have been that last handhold
for you to climb into the light
Cold now the hearth and gone the soul
never knowing but maybe wishing
still fallen before truth was told
structure broken
support was decayed too long
sunken into the sea
I was not a siren but should have sang my song
