I think God keeps me in a silent silent way
while won’t drop from the eyes the tears stay
it’s been a long long time it has
and I embrace my voice tight like He does
praying someday it will speak me up
lift me up
to the sun.
“God, this hatred is enough annoying.
The butterfly in stomach; i let my fuse dry.
I let the confusion pass me by.
I can’t stand the fame
but
I can’t stand the flame
either way.
I choose to mute
and look upon hopes
I’m still looking for me,
gratefulness given of being me.”
