Well, here it is...

I've been wanting to tell you this...

Well, but

I am not sure why, or for what,

I have kept at holding my tongue.

It will be ungrateful of me,

I know,

-not that you would think or say so-

but forgive me, for I am young.

The thing is -it's just how it feels,

alright?-

You have disappeared from my sight

and all at once, everything stung!

Now, I've been told you're surely close,

but I

have such a loud and noisy sigh

that it has muted out your voice.

They say it's true, I should know that,

and say

that my outlook is all so gray,

and that in that I have a choice.

So, talk myself into seeing

your face?

Or should I call upon your grace,

to give me reason to rejoice?

The same as when I've started, I...

stammer.

Mixed up with the crowd's dull clamor,

I whisper this: "Say something, please"

It's now your move, -sorry- your turn

to speak.

Complete a rhyme (that's rather weak)

with more than rustling in the trees.

Down with Apathy!

Down with this sad excuse for living, lacking in pain and thanksgiving, to which you try and conform.

Down with that murderer of love, pretending to rise above, indifferent and lukewarm.

Down with every cold glass sheet, behind which a shapeless creed, persistently fails to form.

Yes, down with Apathy -Fear's daughter-

watching as Faith walks us on water,

through this life's heart-wrenching storm.