Here's another super old one. The tune in my head for it is kind of folksy. It reminds me of something a troubador would have sung in the Renaissance period, if that helps at all.

EACH WORD SPOKEN

I'm a stone
If left alone
To battle my own demons
And all is known
If I am shown
How mask my showman

I can hide
Behind the bride
That steals the veil I mastered
And I can ride
The lonely tide
That drowned away a bastard

You can't see me
The way I do
And each word spoken
Is a word that's new

Night can sing
With such a sting
It weakens all my senses
But such a thing
Will never bring
Destruction to my fences

You can't see me
The way I do
And each word spoken
Is a word that's new

I will still
The tears that spill
When everything is over

You can't see me
The way I do
And each word spoken
I will speak to you.