The Silence of Words

There are so many things I want to say,
then there's this grand debt I've yet to pay,
some days it feels like there's nothing left;
been bled dry of secrets too poorly kept.

When I'm spinning out of control
will I find you standing tall?

There are too many words never spoken,
these feelings too quietly un-woken,
and tomorrows always a day away,
then there's this grand debt I've yet to pay.

When everything's going black
will you be there to hold me back?

There's a giant lump of balled up words,
it grows steadily, feels like flapping birds.
when I never say anything at all:
the words are there, just beyond beck and call.