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6h
Whisper, whisper secrets in my ear
Of everything I have grown to fear
Paint me blue of all feelings
As if my souls is going through the ceiling

Make me heard and make me seen
Like a hungry hound and a feen
Don’t forget nor forgive when I do wrong
Persecute me and turn me into a song

When I die give me wings
When I fly crown me as king
For we both know I won’t see tomorrow
I’m out of time, there’s none left to borrow

The stars still shine in this mess
Leaving me alive, forced to confess
I gamble on circumstance, playing close to the vest
More or less I’m broken and ready for rest

So strike me once, hear the angels call
Strike me twice and you too shall fall
Leave me to the demons that need fed
”It is what it is” as you once said
Written by
Thomas Harvey  57/M
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