• I feel it around me
    The rope around my neck
    It lays lose
    No more than scratching at my skin
    But its prescence suffocates

    Do I dare speak?
    Will the noose tighten?
    Will I be able to break free?
    Will I die?

    Sitting across is a face
    I've known since my first breath
    One that has been there all my life
    The face of my father

    He smiles sweetly over there
    His eyes caring and warm
    He cannot see the rope that holds my tounge
    I wonder if he knows of his own

    Will I struggle against this rope?
    Will the noose tighten around my father's neck?
    Will it tighten around mine?

    What shall I choose?
    To live outspoken
    Or die silent

    What shall i choose?
    To live outspoken
    Or die silent