Sometimes there are no words that can express the conflicted feelings that are deep within the soul. Any attempt to express these feelings are done so feebly.
As I ponder these feelings, I can hear the words from a proverb and a song.
When words are many, transgression is not lacking, but the prudent are restrained in speech.
Nothing's gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle 'neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly
When they settle 'neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly
And so I choose to restrain the words that want to be heard for fear that they will not be thoughtful or be understood by others.
My soul remains conflicted.
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