The Language I Speak
There is a secret language
That I have made
That I speak
That I write with
And everyone else speaks
The same language
But nobody understands,
Nor can they translate
The words in which
I'm speaking.
Unless you're a good
Friend of mine,
And the language barrier
Is broken with a sledge hammer,
Who knows?
If I have the energy
If I have the willpower
If I have the strength and care
To do so, I could
Teach you the words that
I speak in my native tongue
So that you could understand
So that you could translate
The words in which
I'm speaking.
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