I look down in horror Sound refusing to leave my mouth Terror so deep only God could understand
The things I see, should not be Why cant mother and father help me? "Help me! Help me!" I cry out in my mind
But just silence follows as they sleep sound Softly as a feather I float down Mouth moving, vocal cords straining whole way down
Still nothing My age making it impossible to communicate once it's over So as before, I keep silent.