Tears form the words unspoken,
for the time left broken,
for the heart left unopened.
for the time left broken,
for the heart left unopened.
Looks of sorrow cannot detract
from the fullness of the fact
or from the rashness of the act.
So the days keep on passing by
and the eyes can’t help but cry,
the heartbeats want to die.
Waiting for the words that are lost,
for the response at any cost,
for the feelings to defrost.
Rain is falling all around,
but it makes no sound
for listeners cannot be found.
Silence is the only thing to hear,
for the blinding pain is so near
and death is something not to fear.
So let the memories be burned,
the hearts left unlearned,
and the actions left scorned.
The thoughts cannot be forgotten,
the feelings cannot be spoken,
and the actions stay misbegotten.
Let the tears form the words unspoken;
let time continue to be broken,
for the heart remains unopened.
No amount of time will change it,
for the missing heart will not admit
because before it could start, it quit.
This is the never-ending sorrow
and the loneliness of the hollow
that this soul is bound to follow.
from the fullness of the fact
or from the rashness of the act.
So the days keep on passing by
and the eyes can’t help but cry,
the heartbeats want to die.
Waiting for the words that are lost,
for the response at any cost,
for the feelings to defrost.
Rain is falling all around,
but it makes no sound
for listeners cannot be found.
Silence is the only thing to hear,
for the blinding pain is so near
and death is something not to fear.
So let the memories be burned,
the hearts left unlearned,
and the actions left scorned.
The thoughts cannot be forgotten,
the feelings cannot be spoken,
and the actions stay misbegotten.
Let the tears form the words unspoken;
let time continue to be broken,
for the heart remains unopened.
No amount of time will change it,
for the missing heart will not admit
because before it could start, it quit.
This is the never-ending sorrow
and the loneliness of the hollow
that this soul is bound to follow.