Word

There will come a time,
 when words is all you have
 and voices will no longer sing to words
but to the melody.
It's a silent shapeshifter that comes to mind as I say.
Because speaking and writing differs in a great way.
And in this time of speaking perhaps words will pay the price
and everything that's been broken could be sung together
with voice.
 It's not the corner of the deepest end that brings the deeper darkness
to me it's the lack of empathy that hides behind the light.
 I've seen a great number of moments when time just held itself.
 It is without the word of spirit that dim the gold of day
and like zombies on a dry land they just go on day by day..... Nothing is sadness when life finds away but moment is not eternal without the word