Hear me with my silent thoughts
As i raise my hands unto the sky
And hope the rain will pour down on me
To quench this suffering that has befallen me
My heart has fallen into the deep depths
Of selfless gestures that bring me into turmoil
My ears hear nothing but their pleas
That deafen and put to silence even my own pain
My fragile hands reach out to feel their pain
So that somehow they may feel comfort
Even though my hands are bleeding crimson red
I will choose to heal, even at my own expense
My mind is lost within the shadows of others
Trapped in the thought of wanting to save them
Maybe I need to save all those who suffer
In order to save my own self from this demise
Hear me with my silent thoughts
As I desperately raise my hands unto to sky
To hope that someone would come and save me
And mend my broken wings that for so long have forsaken me...
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