Here is week 5 in the challenge. This song comes out of what I think everyone has gone or is going through. Words are many things, but the hardest ones are ones left unspoken.
Words D.Brint, April 10, 2021
Words are fickle things, the easy way they fall from our lips
And words can be heavy things, smooth and dark as a stone on the tongue
Words are wasted things, tossed like pennies in a shallow pool
Or locked down deep inside, till the last breath from our lungs
Words can come too late, thinking we have the time
To voice the things that’s in our hearts
To say the things we meant to say
And I am here, but you’re not here to hear the words I have for you
They’re grounded like wounded bird
Whose colours have turned to grey