The Voice

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The hands of earthly time spin 'round and 'round,
As I try to cry a pityful plea.
Yet, the ignorant world hears not a sound,
For mercy has not been given to me.

For too long have my words been swept away.
Forever crushed, like waves upon a shore.
I anticipate there will come a day,
When my thoughts and words will be sought out for.

So take your precious time and realize,
The words I speak are nothing but the truth.
Because I can see, deep within your eyes,
You long for the simplicity of your youth.

So together you and I hold the key,
A gateway to be free from reality.





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