‘Shh’ Don’t speak.
You don’t have to talk,
I don’t have to listen,
but looking at your cheek,
I see a teardrop glisten.
You try to turn away,
for I don’t understand,
I try to help you now,
reaching for your hand.
You know we’re not alone,
that doesn’t matter now,
I’ve got to stand away,
but I really don’t know how.
Lets pray for intervention,
something to break the light,
or we will still be here,
when day turns into night.
Or would that be all right.
bkewl.
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