Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Question

If there is a whisper sad enough

To be heard around the world,

Why can’t You hear it?

Why can’t I?

Why do the tears have to run to a flood

For You to give a damn?



Why should I break Into a million pieces

To learn who I am?



Midnight’s past, the light’s on us,

Burning through our hearts.

Why can’t I see it?

Why can’t You?

Why does the smoke have to fake a cloud

For Me to give a damn?



Why should You break into a million pieces

To learn who I am?

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