cursed by company at least i get to speak
and what is it we fear most?
the things that make us weak?
the things that make us strong?
the voices that begin to whisper
does it push the thoughts of worry?
or push the words we pray?
and to whom do you hold your hands
do they hear you when you laugh?
but at least you get to speak
for that's really all that counts
if something sits inside of us
that never kiss the tongue
would they purge all of the company?
i may not know many words
none sharp enough to cut the cheeks
i may be cursed by company
but at least i get to speak
and my tongue will never get tired
and my tongue will never get tired
and my tongue will never get tired
and my tongue will never get tired