Unbroken

There are shadows that move in the day
there are nightmares that come out to play
there are whispers as loud as a shout
intimations that leave one no doubt

And the eye has not heard
nor the ear has it seen
what the unspoken word,
what this darkness, could mean.

There are stages and wages in life
There are cages and ages in death
that with fear and ambition are rife,
where you’re striving, conniving, for breath.

And the eye has not heard
nor the ear has it seen
what an unbroken word
to terrors might mean.