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I Can't Hear A Sound

Now that you've taken the magic, now that I harbor the fear, which do you think is more tragic, for which one would you shed a tear? Help me my friend, for I can't hear a sound, even though, I know you are calling, help me to keep both my feet on the ground, "cause I know the sensation of falling. No one asked me for the answer, none believed when I tried to explain, but the gospel that came from the dancer, are the links that are forged on my chain. Help me my friend, for I can't hear a sound, It's so late, but still I can't sleep, I pray I will feel myself coming around, but the pain from this wound is so deep. What am I now but a collection of thought, of dreams that drift towards the sky? What am I now that my soul has been caught? Life's a spider, and I am a fly. Help me my friend for I can't hear a sound, shout loudly, I'm trying to hear it, and if you give up and I'm put in the ground, know it was you that once touched my spirit.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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