Forever do we travel,
no word, thought or babble,
How can we hear such a silence
when all we talking is lack of innocence

Can there be such a power
to stop us in this dark and stormy hour?
Can there be such unspoken words
that fly away like the fall and spring birds?

Do we really have to fly?
or are all the living fated to die?
Do we sacrifice the one, to save the whole
when all we know is mental termoil.

So many thing that needed to be said
but all that was done, was silence instead.
Is the life of one so precious
that one would do something so devious

These are the unspoken words
never in ones, only twos and thirds
Can we see the answers, the visions
Not unless we have diamond thought precisions.

Incognitions, premenitions, they don't do any good
when all we need is the fire to burn the wood
The power of this life has faded,
as one soul was totally jaded.

Banish to a world of the dark
far, far, far apart.
Never to be seen again,
as the life for that one, has come to the end.

Never to be revealed,
always to be concealed,
never to fly on the wings of her birds
and speak those unspoken words...

J.McQueen
07/31/2006