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the words might bleed and stain your clean white head
it needs to be said, what harm can it do
I hope they flow and run down to your soul
can my cry reach your ears or do I whisper in vain
muster everything I can just to say that first thing
and what happens then
will you turn and run or take this hand
if it’s not so obvious, it’s cause I hide out in the open
things right in front of you are sometimes the hardest to see
my fears are overwhelming, but never overcoming
I don’t want to turn my face again, cause I need him now
more than ever, more than ever
he’ll make me strong to speak
what needs to be said
-yet unspoken (Wednesday, November 14, 2007 at 12:01am)
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