What do you do when you can't speak? 

How do you tell the world what you feel? 

Though no one cares what you have to say 

All there is judgement out there

In a place known for freedom of expression 

Too many remain afraid to speak 

Out of the most truest emotion of the human heart, fear 

That's the beast that swallowed it whole 

The very thing that made me, me 

That gave me a way to express myself, but now it's gone 

So what could I do? 

Barricaded in my room 

Suffocating on the darkness 

As my tears streamed, drowning me in misery 

I screamed silence, unwilling to let them know

Burying it deep inside, I dug my grave 

As the aches became unbearable 

A weight as great as the world on my shoulders

I yearned for an escape, and that when I saw it

The pen, the paper, and the words 

Before I knew what had occurred 

Thousands upon thousands of words transpired 

Thoughts, memories, emotions all taken and engraved in snow like paper 

What relief and liberation did I feel 

As I came to understand the power of words 

How true the saying is that the pen is indeed mighty 

While I still continue to struggle against the inner darkness,

Still embedded deep within my soul 

I have come to find a place I can escape 

In a sea of blue and black 

I found myself again, and one day 

I'll speak the very words I guard in my iron heart