It’s the words not spoken out loud
lingering in the air like a dark cloud
It seems silence is deafening
waiting for, peace to bring
It is like a train stopped on a track
it will only go forward or back
there is no in-between
at least none that I’ve seen
Everything changes with time
like green tomatoes turning ripe on the vine
Someday hearts broken will mend
maybe strong beats it will send
It will happen when the timing is right
if you willingly put up a good fight
