Words A firm denial, a weak confession That tremor in tone, those shuddered nods It was bound to end, I knew it will Waiting for the final call Wonder if I even should’ve Tried to give it my all The uneasy laughter Rings in my head The long pauses grow longer Is there more to be said? And one day you’ll know I meant it Each time I almost whispered it aloud Yet I’ll try to keep it Hidden away in a shroud I say my prayers I bow my head I walk in line with the believers No questions asked, no answers to give I only seek solace in his name.