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This is not dedicated to anyone. Just something I thought of. Enjoy

Many things play in my mind
They role juggle in my brain
But yet when it I try to roll them off my tongue
Its Hard to say them.

When they fly from my mind to my pen
Its a miracle that they are printed on paper
But when it is time to present them to you
Its Hard to let you see them

When I think that a flowers fragrance will say it all
It seems difficult to choose
When I do and want to present it to you
Its hard to breathe.

I finally came up with the idea to say it through song
My own song of course
Unfortunately when I have finally have the courage to let you listen to it
Its Hard for you to hear it

I can not understand why this is so hard for me to do this
But then it comes to me
When I try to feel you or others you can't feel me
When I try to voice my words to you or others you can not hear me
Then reason why is because I am dead
Not just to you but the world
Not just in spirit, but in body also

When this happened I do not know
But I can tell you this
Its Hard to Say that I am