If I held acid, would I pour it on your skin?
The knowledge I have, would burn you within
When I lied to hide it, was it a sin?
If so, then where do we begin?
You thought it was I, that tore us apart
but it was someone else, close to your heart
so as not to hurt you, silence was my start
It is with deepest love, I play the Judas part
I face my beheading on my knees
From death only a coward flees
The secret can be heard in the breeze
But I will suffer with the silence of cut trees
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Good write Judas, erm, SB. lol.
I think I was he in my past life, so I'll take that as prior knowledge, you must have been someone I knew. Thanks Orchi
Oops - not he of the treasury who pinched the cash! Strangely, Jesus chose him as one of the twelve disciples to be with Him.
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It surprises me everytime, how strangers can point by point write stories of other people so well...
We are all human and this relation provides common ground. Thanks so much for the kind words and review.
I believe in the paradox.
Silence can be a great healer soren.
Andy
Thanks Gold I appreciate the read and yes it can be.
silence is not always golden, is it ..
the silence of cut trees is going to stay with me for a long time I fear ..
Thank's Neville I always appreciate your comments.
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