~To the People Who Can't Hear Me~


Mother, cradle me deep,

And in your heart keep,

The mem'ries of a child that sought sleep

Run your weary thumb across my cheek

Wipe the last tear that showed I was weak


Father, couldn't make you proud

Don't look at the clouds

You won't find me where angels sing loud

Don't look at my face; you won't see yours

You took me in knowing this, of course


Brother, I wish we had time

To talk, realign

Living in your shadow was a crime

Although the laughs we shared were quite few

Someday, would you call me "brother," too?


Dear Me, are you fin'lly free?

You counted to three,

And took your life so effortlessly

You look so peaceful, happy even

Perhaps someday, you'll be forgiven