I once heard, tears are the words the heart couldn’t speak,
I guess when I do, no one seems to hear me.
for mine are teardrops in the rain,
and as my tears drop only silence hears my pain.
I wonder if she cries too, her reply is in her name.
I’ve lost my voice,
in this silent noise that surrounds me.
I hold back these words
and I don’t know sign language
so people look at me
and I reflect expectations,
more so painful predictions.
I’m just a statistic.
If tears are the words the heart couldn’t speak
then I got volumes of books on my bed sheets
for these words of mine no one ever did hear it
but He did
And His tears told tales for me,
His heart spoke lovingly,
at last one who understands and speaks the same.
He spoke and I spoke no more.
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Tears are still the words the heart couldn’t speak
I once heard, tears are the words the heart couldn’t speak,
I guess when I do, no one seems to hear me.
for mine are teardrops in the rain,
and as my tears drop only silence hears my pain.
I wonder if she cries too, her reply is in her name.
I’ve lost my voice,
in this silent noise that surrounds me.
I hold back these words
and I don’t know sign language
so people look at me
and I reflect expectations,
more so painful predictions.
I’m just a statistic.
If tears are the words the heart couldn’t speak
then I got volumes of books on my bed sheets
for these words of mine no one ever did hear it
but He did
And His tears told tales for me,
His heart spoke lovingly,
at last one who understands and speaks the same.
He spoke and I spoke no more.
The Ordinary Amazing 