• There’s an unspoken language,
    Between me and my inner fears,
    In that unspoken language,
    Rolling off my hide,
    Like a current of waves,
    All in that unspoken language.

    A fork in a road,
    Is where you and I now part ways,
    But forever is a locket,
    Of remembrance of your embrace,
    For I am a solider fighting a battle,
    In an unspoken language,
    But a locket is where my heart lies,
    I’ll toss it aside,
    So I know it’ll never get in my way.

    I’m a man on a journey,
    Entering my kingly castle,
    My homestead battlefield.
    I’ve got a comrade in arms,
    In that ghostly whisper,
    In that unspoken language,
    We know what must be done.

    I hear the canons firing,
    Within the drum of my
    ear,
    The sweat of my forehead,
    Under the burning fiery furnace,
    Of the red hot sun.
    I’m wounded,
    But not the way you think I am,
    In that certain unspoken language,
    Without even a backwards glance,

    I remembered my locket,
    My tossed away locket.
    There in the comfort of my kingly castle,
    I remembered my loves embrace,
    Upon this I sat and pondered,
    But I realized too unsafe.
    I got up and wandered, upon my kingly estate.
    I held my chest remembering my forever lost embrace,
    I clutched my chest choking,
    As I looked down and saw…
    A pool of blood forming, bathing me in crimson,
    As I looked down and pondered,
    Will I ever feel mine loves embrace?
    But I already knew,
    As I saw my life slipping,
    All in that unspoken language.