A small voice in the universe
is what I seemed to be
with silent tears falling to the ground
no more a part of me
no adult understanding would
I have on my side
just confusion, fear and loneliness
as I was left to cry.
Why does no one notice as
insignificant I appear to be
in a world all my myself
one where I can't be free
tied to silent words am I
whispered in the night
Adult words that pierce my soul
filling me with fright
maybe one day, somewhere
when I cannot say
my words they may come louder
as I go on my way
wonder if this time will come
that at last I will be heard
then perhaps they will listen
a voice that should be heard
I'll live for that moment
I must hope it will be
come this time the silent words
are heard and I'll be free
~ TRIZIA ~
(c) 2005