just the whispers

August 27, 2010

Sometime I know yr too teary

and don’t want to talk at all

and when I’m broken down weary,

Tho’ I’m free, I remain too

chained, to chance a call.

.

.

But  we  know

when we lock up,

the talk  up where we go,

such heights, we hear,  and hear angels

who have just

the whispers to save us,

and sacred salve us.

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