I don’t hear the leaves rustle, no sire, no more,
Living in the world of silence; what for.
Stars that used to twinkle once, simply disappeared,
Hold your hand when you’re strong; leaving you alone in fear.
Demanding other to be honest, dipped within lies,
Loved one time never stop; just in a blink it flies.
Speak when you know the words hold meaning,
Trying to dust others house while own’s not cleaning.
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