A language noone speaks

Whatever happens, I will not cry for I am happy,

Whatever comes I’ll try and not be sorry,

Happy or sad, what’s in a name?

You cannot name what can’t be told.

 

Feelings of the heart have a language, their own,

If telling were so easy then hearts would speak,

Someone who speaks this language, you seek,

Yet search in all the wrong places.

 

Oh lost soul, in search of answers,

Look no further than your heart

The One who made it hears and sees

He responds to your cry, unuttered.