Ankbeeth

Here's a token of her feelings
once spoken words of meaning.
I'm considering this something from above
Well she thinks that we're just numb.

Could she listen to all of this stuff
that rain came and scratched into her wall?
Through the ocean, underneath the skies
over the whole Earth, I still sense her fire.

I just want her to be back - for one more try...
I don't want her to be back - if she doesn't realize why...
if she only cares for time...

But I am tired of reaching her not here
I got tired of meeting her not there
I grew tired of finding her in nowhere

Feel, I whisper like a stranger
Hear, I spit words of anger
Still I would call her an angel

And I am tired of reaching her not here
I got tired of meeting her not there
I grew tired of finding her in nowhere

Fran Zama

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