Unheard Screams




                   Unheard Screams




My voice loud and clear, can you hear me?

I am all alone, can you accompany me?                   

I don't know where this road will lead but can you promise to be with me?

Promises are broken before but can you see the hope in me?











    Do you still have the rage to break it?        

    I wonder if it was you who make it.

    People make homes according to their pockets

    You did the same so why don't you confess it?



     I was something that you always ignored

     I was the one you left alone.

    When you will look back you will see what you  have lost

    But can you ever see what you could have?

    My voice loud and clear, can you hear me?



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