Words Unspoken

In these lives of parodies,
In these times of bitter dreams,
We speak in elegies
As the churchyard resonates with peace.


In the womb of the autumn breeze
There lie the things we never say,
Like once proud amber leaves
Which fly away, oh so far away.


Of thoughts too queer to speak
And words suppressed that ceased to be
And the love that made us bleed,
T'was but too frail to be freed.


In our cowardice and pride
Those pretences of our own device,
We hurt and made them cry
And found no need to apologize.


All the times that we stood still
As tyrants drew blood from every kill
And this world never made any sense
Oh but we stood in cloyed silence,


But someday a time will come
When the caskets of our lost words
Will shatter with feelings unspent
And haunt us to our graves,


So for all the lies and silent nights,
The days we've failed to bare our souls,
For all the hearts, bled and broken,
This one's for all the words unspoken.