Let the silence speak.
Let the seconds tick.
After all is said and done
It all boils down to one;
What is left?
Pride or regret?
Where’s the truth in what was felt?
What was kept?
In the end, metal or prints changing hands,
With the emotion the moment demands
Shall speak for the past
So we know at last
Whose choices were wise.
Wait till silence is otherwise.
Let the seconds tick.
After all is said and done
It all boils down to one;
What is left?
Pride or regret?
Where’s the truth in what was felt?
What was kept?
In the end, metal or prints changing hands,
With the emotion the moment demands
Shall speak for the past
So we know at last
Whose choices were wise.
Wait till silence is otherwise.
Lord, I know being less outspoken and expressive would change a lot 'bout me and my relationships with people but, I believe, it would help a lot if you taught me to be more silent by just the right amount!
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