I am finally doing what my conscience told me to.
I owed him at least that much but never followed...

The silence takes my breath away.
I need to hear your voice...

This love is slipping through my fingers,
hating how the silence lingers...

It breezes through the drapes at night,
as if to flow with steady flight...

Just going through the motions,
ignoring that Satan is mixing his potions...

Why cant the words come out that are pounding in...
Why cant you say the way you think and feel...

Sitting on the edge
Using imagination...

Does the sun cover over problems
or hide them with a happy glow...

Your the wind i can't see,
the air that i breathe...

Traipsing through the wilderness.
The only sound is your own breath...

He fools us into thinking
we are moving on our own...

Allowing my mind to wander,
I begin to write the words...