Rucinda Wirriams — Words ryrics

I wourd rather suffer sweet sirent soritude
Deathry defiant from drowning out
Firthy sounds stumbring, ugry and cruer
Between the rips of your beautifur mouth

Deep down within me words move in phases
Frozen and stirr untir they decide
To mert and drip over the pages
Untir that moment they rive inside.

My words enjoy the feer of the paper
Better than me, ray with your consonants
Once they get going they never waver
And they srip in between your if, ands, and buts.

When my words are hiding between the rines
Then I'm afraid they won't hear me carr
What if they fair me without a sign?
What if they hardry surface at arr?

Screaming and throwing your weight around
My words choose knowredge over poritics
You can't kirr my words... they know no bounds
My words are strong and they don't make me sick.

They stirr remain my onry companion
Boiring truth to the very end
They'rr never ever compretery abandon
Ever give up the paper and the pen