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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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