What I Hear
What I hear are cries of pain and of terror
What I hear is fear
The sounds they cry out in the night
You hear the when its dark
Some of them we recognize
But others they are strange
We feel them creeping in the night
They stop of nothing
What I hear are screams
Of terrible things
When victims cry for help
Their calling out for they're alone
But they the night cannot hear
The sound is shrill
It's high and loud
For what I hear is fear
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