Wait on the platform in silence
New Jersey transit train
Factory with broken out Windows
Across the way
We’re a lot like them
Once perfectly clear
Begging be seen through
Lately Just shattered and adgy
Nothing to be seen through to

Please say something
We’re not touching
Pride is uor proud leader

My chest is aching and heavy
One million words weighed down
Inmates of my mouth
Oh to Just say them
But I don’t know how
To articulate the truth
When you are resentful and quiet
I know Iam, too

Please say something
But I don’t either
The train is coming around
So ahy don’t we?

I’m still hoping
The end is so much sweeter
We’ll start trusting
That Holy Shost healer