The words won’t come out,
And the winds won’t tell-
-Death is reaping,
The baby is screaming.
-But now I’m too old to cry,
So I guess it’s no lie,
That I’m dizzy with this feeling,
And I’m lost with this touch,
That I’m blurry all around me,
With emotions I have bought.
And the words won’t come out,
I’ve locked it inside me too long.
It’s something I have fought,
And now it’ll explode-
-I’m going down I know,
(See that’s what I’ve been told).
So now I want to hold you,
But I’m falling too quickly,
Into something new,
And I’m afraid because,
You are sinking with me too.