Mute

Tell me one thing Do you know where to hide When the winter Forces you inside When the words you once held to you so close Seem to falter Seem to be a ghost And the weather will laugh and you will cry, "Tell me something. Why aren't you inside?" And the distance between seems to be so wide Watch the hours Push you deep inside Talking over the whispers of the truth Helps solidify the lie (the lie) that you are mute