Words

There are words that I know you know, trapped inside your head
I can see them move your face, but noise comes out instead.
You can gesture all day long, but it's the quiet I dread.
It was thought that you're so flawed, that you should never breathe.
Guilt and shame take aim then they rename you special needs.
Why is hearing such small words, in all your daddy's dreams?
All of the experts said you'd be just fine.
Couple years therapy just a little bit more time.
Something came over you in the middle of the night.
Changed everyone's life.
We were told when you grew old, that you'd be on your own.
Best laid plans can turn to sand when facing some unknown.
Even through those bitter truths, you've always brought us home.
Oh sweet Jesus when you come and wash this planet clear,
will you tell me why I've come so far without this fear,
to watch alone in silence words I'll never hear.

A 'Moosical' version of this can be heard here- http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=1284204&songID=12651278