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Jun 2016
It’s not looking for me
It hides on the wrong side of a cloud
Where the sun is still bright
And my tears cannot blur its light

I asked the shadow why
But it would rather be silent than loud
I’m not sure how to make it right
The moon lights the wrong side of night

Waiting for something
Waiting for someone
They cannot hear you
If they are not near you
Tell them
Tell them
Or someone else will

I can’t feel it inside
Not when everybody acts so proud
The sky is for birds in flight
But blue reflections know nothing of sight

Waiting for something
Waiting for someone
They can’t hear you
They’re not near you
You didn’t tell them
You didn’t tell them
But someone else did
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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