There are things I want to say,
Things that have been kept in me,
Not to destroy you,
Not to destroy us,
But to keep us together.
But why, I can't seem to utter
These things that are on my mind.
It's bothersome.
It's cumbersome.
Why can't I utter them?
I have it played on my mind,
On how I'll tell it to you,
Softly, gently, melodically.
But alas, it never gets out.
So, as I go on day by day,
These things are floating everyday.
I hope the One up above
Can stow it all away for me
And still keep us together,
Even with all these things bothering me.
