Help
Hear the cries for help they seem so close
So close like there at the tip of your nose
So close as if you can't breath
You try and try but it's hopeless
You try calling out to the cries
All you hear is the wind, and in
The wind you faintly hear wines
You notice the louder they get
The farther away they really are
You start to wonder where they’re coming from
And why so distant
You want to go look but still hesitant
You walk down the block
Look up to realize that there's a gate with a lock
Sitting there thinking where to go and what to do
Suddenly you realize
That the voices you hear are souls calling for you
You look down at your self
You’re one of them too.
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