Colin F. Jones


If I do not speak
Then you will not hear.
Thus all the things you seek
You will seek with fear

For how can truth be known
If truth is never told,
And wisdom never shown
For fear of being bold?

Wars are fought for this;
That love lives in our souls
And death provides the bliss
That burns in glowing coals.

For freedom of the tongue
Was a gift to man by God.
And he who thinks it wrong
Will ever weary plod.

Through valleys of regret,
Overshadowed by the hills
Where those he’s never met
Devour his honest skills