I will tell it to the world how you bruised me
Not physically but how many would believe?
I will tell it to my soul maybe only she would listen
I will tell it to the one million years included in the walls of this building,I will tell it to the nights that have witnessed these sobs
I will tell it to the weak legs that can’t stand it anymore
Maybe then I’d be free; maybe then they’d look a little deeper but how many would see?
When you find the answers to these questions,I will be waiting where our hearts meet