It's the sound of a mother's warning call,
It's the sound of a husbands last cry,
It's the sound a warning bell,
Whistling through the rye.
It's the silent tear coming from a dry eye,
It's the muffled cry coming from a raw throat,
It's the silent way of saying goodbye,
Of departing from the boat.
Hidden behind anger,
Hiding behind lust,
Just wait a little longer,
And, maybe, you'll find trust.
I can't keep it secret,
Though I may try,
As my heart, you try to break it,
To get me to cry.
Emotion is petty,
Sentiment silly,
Yet you try to break my levy,
Trying to pluck me like a lily.
No matter how hard I try,
To keep it secret,
Still, you will hear my silent cry,
Echoing from bitten lips.
You know I have it,
And so you try
To reveal it,
To me.
And I deny it,
I push you away,
Though you know my secret,
I keep you at bay.
You ask me how,
You ask me why.
And as I reach my final bow,
I'll never reply.
Because you know,
That deep within my heart
A river flows,
Filled with sentiment.