My Confession

Pretend that this is a fairy tale

A story about a singing rosebud

Pretend that it is me

That it could sing

That you could understand it

That its song is only meant for you

And that it's only you who could understand it

How would you react?

Would you even listen?

Would you use your power to understand it?

Or would you watch as it withers and gets blown by the wind?

If I were the rosebud

I would sing to you

I would sing unheard melodies

Unheard melodies are always sweeter

Heard melodies are ordinary

But unheard melodies are rare

For they are only sang

In the midst of twilight

When the heart fights the mind

When love and hate collide

When the words bottle up inside

And their seems no other way

But to let it all out like a stream

The dawn will break

The sunshine will conquer the night

Love is mightier than hate

My words will flow out

And reach you like the rosebud falls down the waterfall -

Fast, sudden, and free