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Why is no-one listening?

Hear me gently
hear my call
Hear me whisper
into the wall

The cement absorbs me-
the word is through;
Grey and browns-
accept my hue.

I'll lift my arms
I'll throw them high
My voice hits the clouds
And into the sky

The waves reverberate
Songs of symbols true
Colours for each word
Ones you never knew

Every day is changing
All the moments a single record
My eyes are glazed with fear
But my heart plucks it's own chord.