I would rather suffer sweet silent solitude
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Deathly defiant from drowning out
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Filthy sounds stumbling, ugly and cruel
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Between the lips of your beautiful mouth
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Deep down within me words move in phases
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Frozen and still until they decide
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To melt and drip over the pages
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Until that moment they live inside.
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My words enjoy the feel of the paper
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Better than me, lay with your consonants
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Once they get going they never waver
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And they slip in between your ifs, ands, and buts.
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When my words are hiding between the lines
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Then I'm afraid they won't hear me call
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What if they fail me without a sign?
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What if they hardly surface at all?
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Screaming and throwing your weight around
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My words choose knowledge over politics
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You can't kill my words... they know no bounds
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My words are strong and they don't make me sick.
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They still remain my only companion
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Boiling truth to the very end
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They'll never ever completely abandon
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Ever give up the paper and the pen
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Words
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| Lucinda Williams |
