My ears bleed from the silence
Wounds from a tortured soul.
Recovery and renovation requires patience,
Kind words to fill a hole.
Waiting to breathe again
Waiting for the music to play.
A song to sing once
Filled my soul but
But fears of being
Forgotten and faded by history.
Trying to listen to the music
So the lyrics will no longer be a mystery.
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