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Behind the verbs and paragraphs
That people take as true,
When kids can say the darndest things
As adults can also do,
When I looked back over the pages
Of dialogue I’ve left behind
Just what all has gone unsaid?
That’s what I’m out to find…

Children listening to parents
Day until the night
No matter what they’re saying,
Mom and Dad must know what’s right
And though they might not say it,
Both parties hope it’s true
The children mean “I love you”
And the parents, “I love you too”

Teachers with their students,
Lover with another,
Reverend and his congregation,
Sister with her brother,
Conversations very different,
With a same, unspoken vein,
They all don’t share enough
Of their affection and their pain.

The people passing by
Conversating softly
And angry couples shouting,
Voices getting lofty…
But what was left unsaid
Was a whisper and a feeling
“I don’t want to die alone,
Speak into me and give my life some meaning”

You know me...
I am The Lonliest Monk.