Here we are and there you are,
Yet a word is just a word.
Spread through the air and floating there;
They seem to you absurd.
Here I am and there you are,
Yet a word is just a word.
For after they’re sent, without discernment,
They may as well not be heard.
Here we are and there you are,
Yet a word is just a word.
If words were blood, and I wrote in blood,
Would my thoughts still be absurd?
Here I am and there you are,
Yet a word is just a word.
No matter what’s said, or I feel is bled…
From my veins…you see a word.
Here we are and there you are,
Yet a word is just a word.
I beg for help but you can’t help,
When a word is simply heard.
Here I am and there you are,
Yet a word is just a word.
Save me! Please save me! Yet you can’t save me…
For a word is just a word.
Here we are and there you are.
Yet a word is just a word.
No one can feel or know a word’s real,
Until their heart has heard.
Here I am and there you are,
Yet a word is just a word.
You can’t save me, and cannot help me,
For each word is just a word…
To you, my pain’s absurd.
K. Aldaya, 3/3/15
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