In silence I rage, rattle the cage, but the bars don’t change.
There is a truth I cannot speak, so I turn in silence.
When night falls, the door opens, and I walk onto a stage.
Cloaked in shadows and pretense, I embrace my friend silence.
When dawn comes, I hold my son; in his smile, all’s rearranged.
The truth doesn’t fester when I’m with him, snug in our silence.
My broken soul he assembles, in a silent exchange.
He’s the truth I cannot speak, so I turn in silence.
My heart breaks each time–I must retreat out of the truth’s range.
Inside the truth rages, rattles its cage at my silence.
But I will not break; I will not tell; there’s no fair exchange.
So I keep my son in silence, where the secret commenced.
From magic my old foe, I turn away seeking silence.
In my son’s green eyes, I’m saved, by this loving interchange.
Promises I made to my son echo in the silence.
With him, I can speak; but in whispers, our words are exchanged.
For my only son, I built a fortress in that silence.
The truth I’ll forever cage, never allowing it to range.
I’ll pay the price with my sanity to keep that silence.
Keeping custody of my son is worth any exchange.