As a child I thought I stood as a man
Experience thought meaningful
Shaping and damning little more
Than trenches before a pit with no end
No end
Was this the bitter tragedy
I knew it would end in
A reminder was the
Ache in my chest
The words we never speak
Have the most to say
Even whispers reach
The ears of the waiting end
Your eyes may give them peace
But I won’t givе you what is mine
Experience thought meaningful
Shaping and damning little more
Than trenches before a pit with no end
No end
Was this the bitter tragedy
I knew it would end in
A reminder was the
Ache in my chest
The words we never speak
Have the most to say
Even whispers reach
The ears of the waiting end
Your eyes may give them peace
But I won’t givе you what is mine
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