Tell them everything at all.
I took a hit on the weak side.
...but it's not enough to make me fall.
it gets cold in december...
but on the other side of the world.
we watch skies slip past,
endless.
leaving voices unheard.
whisper lightly my child.
it's the silence worth hearing.i waited there in the darkness.
but the words lost their meaning.
no one came to the funneral.
and the birth was too,
empty.
i looked on and remebered,
how inside those arms kept me.
no we watch as the mountains.
shift down into sand.
in the hieght of the silence,
their voices reprimand.
tell nothing and no one.
tell them everything at all.
even a hit on the strong side,
and i'll still take it all.
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