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Speaking in a crowd of empty hearts
or calling in a room full of silence,
with loud questions and quiet answers hence
to beg a conclusion from the reason for all parts.

In a world of pain, in a world of dust,
agonizing cries and endless waking,
despair faked by called deaf ears awaiting
too lazy, too old, too mad to accept a "must".

So worried, looking at an empty field,
about long lost worries and future needs,
that you stepped on the surviving seeds
that a kind and attentive heart could still wield.

Alone facing the guiltiest crimes,
drowned by water and blinded by light,
who are only taken by thirst and night,
doomed to crying to water a desert, until the end of times.

Unforgetful of uncommanded commandments,
to be drowned by water and blinded by light,
and yet by them given life and sight,´
for the desert is an ocean, time the chance of new predicaments.

Why is it not pointless,
to repeat to a friend, to teach a teacher,
to thank an enemy, to talk to a river,
if they already knew or won`t address?

Why is it so wrong,
to see humble learning and a shoulder to cry,
to be grateful they challenge and that it won`t dry,
if it is not failure to be strong?

So confess, confess your sinful crimes and holy love,
confess your lasting bind and enlightening gratitude,
for it is truly worthy to be heard, escape solitude,
for it is truly worthy to speak truth, call in a silent grove.

Description
Speaking in a crowd of empty hearts
or calling in a room full of silence,
with loud questions and quiet answers hence
to beg a conclusion from the reason for all parts.

In a world of pain, in a world of dust,
agonizing cries and endless waking,
despair faked by called deaf ears awaiting
too lazy, too old, too mad to accept a "must".

So worried, looking at an empty field,
about long lost worries and future needs,
that you stepped on the surviving seeds
that a kind and attentive heart could still wield.

Alone facing the guiltiest crimes,
drowned by water and blinded by light,
who are only taken by thirst and night,
doomed to crying to water a desert, until the end of times.

Unforgetful of uncommanded commandments,
to be drowned by water and blinded by light,
and yet by them given life and sight,´
for the desert is an ocean, time the chance of new predicaments.

Why is it not pointless,
to repeat to a friend, to teach a teacher,
to thank an enemy, to talk to a river,
if they already knew or won`t address?

Why is it so wrong,
to see humble learning and a shoulder to cry,
to be grateful they challenge and that it won`t dry,
if it is not failure to be strong?

So confess, confess your sinful crimes and holy love,
confess your lasting bind and enlightening gratitude,
for it is truly worthy to be heard, escape solitude,
for it is truly worthy to speak truth, call in a silent grove.