Calling Out

I shed my clothes, I shave my face; the stench of cigarettes still remains
Morning light has cracked my eyes and silence lies by my side

It's calling out
Calling out
But there's no sound
There's no sound

Comatose without a trace
The pang of memory still reclaims
A child's dream speaks inside my barren mind
It never dies

It's calling out
Calling out
But there's no sound
There's no sound

I will stay here til my voice goes raw
There's something caught inside my throat
I will take the time and words to say
This child's dream you'll never know



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Writer(s): Nicholas Newman
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