If I could show a friend
the beauty that I see
If I could somehow say those words
and free these things in me
If I knew just how to say
the things I wanted to say
I would not die in vain, no
I would not die in vain
I would not fade away despairing
wearing
these untranslated Signs on my chest that express my caring
but never to be read these words
are never to be read
This burning within me
threatens to end me
tries with all of it's might to ascend me
But when it pulls me off my feet
tightening around my throat
My struggling and gasping
does nothing to free me
What good does any power do
when all it can do
..is destroy you?
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