Whats in a voice?
A beautiful voice, a sweet, melodic voice
That makes it so moving?
It seems to be the things you can’t hear
And your singing voice is the master of silence and secrets
You haven’t spoken to me since July
But your voice has gotten louder every day since then
Time does go by
It just hasn’t taken me with it yet
And I wrote the sweet notes to your sweet voice
What words I kept inside then
So much we destroyed in the name of power
Which mended in moments of exasperation
In those moments of hope and doom
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