Where Is That Voice

Is there a chance

That you would call me

My world is young

Populated with expectations

The night is passing on

Taking away the charms

Is there a reason

To look at the sky

When you are not around

Is there a reason

Behind my struggles

Hours are darkening

Growing up my loneliness

And I’m waiting for a voice

To guide me through

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