Can you hear the voices, that whisper in the dark?
Can you hear the doubts and fear?Listen, Hark!
I hear them, see them, feel them near.
I am not crazy, listen, can you hear?
I hear many things, and see them too.
If only, other people knew.
I see death and it is unforgiving.
Though the dead are dead,
They pity the living.
They pity us for our many sorrows.
They pity us, we must live through tomorrow.
We know pain, suffering, as well as grief.
We float in the wind,
Like a cold, dead leaf.
Can you hear them, because I can,
I feel so lost, like a small meek lamb.
I pity us, and you should too,
If only you knew.
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