Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The voice that never was
I curse my quietude.
My silence, my enemy.
My voice does not grow,
A flame that smolders.
The wind will blow me out.
My voice will make no difference,
No ears will hear me whisper,
Another voice gone down the drain.
9-22-08
My silence, my enemy.
My voice does not grow,
A flame that smolders.
The wind will blow me out.
My voice will make no difference,
No ears will hear me whisper,
Another voice gone down the drain.
9-22-08
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The voice that never was
The voice that never was