MY MIND SCREAMS IN SILENCE.
AS MY HEART AND SOUL JOIN IN THE CHORUS.
SHALL I BE RESURECTED WHOLE,
OR JUST A MEAR SHELL OF A MAN?
AS I WATCH THE WORLD GO RUSHING PAST.
I ASK, CAN ANYONE HEAR MY SILENT CRIES,
MY SILENT SCREAMS.
I PRAY THE MUSIC AND ART FROM WITHIN,
SLOWLY AS IT TRICKLES OUT,
BECOMES A LOUD RUSHING WATERFALL.
BATHING THE SOUL AND ALL THOSE CLOSE TO ME,
FILLING ME MAKING ME WHOLE ONCE AGAIN.
TURN MY SCREAMS OF SILENT AGONY,
INTO SCREAMS OF JOY AND HAPPINESS,
THAT CAN BE HEARD BY ALL, THE LIVING AND THE DEAD
THE SILENT AND THE VOCAL.
I PRAY TO BE RESURECTED WHOLE,
SO MY SCREAMS CAN BE HEARD,
AS JOYFULL MUSIC TO ALL EARS.
TO ALL WHO HAVE TOUCHED MY SPIRIT.
NO MORE, SHALL MY SCREAMS BE SILENT.
COPYRIGHTED 2005. FIRST VEIWING JANUARY 2007
SCOOTER BLACK aka S.F.P.
