
I used to scream so loud in the dead of night but no one could hear me
I would never turn out the light in hopes that someone would find me
Memory of a winter’s night my heart was so cold it had turned to ice
In summer it thawed but it had been hardened so long it turned to stone
I would tell you my heart was so sad and that it hurt so bad but that would not be true
My heart was silent for my spirit had died
And the only thing I know is
Stones can’t lie


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[by Donna Brown Bowles (C)2014]