Hear my shout
Hear my pray
Hear my soul, as I reach out to you
Sitting here
Alone in the dark
I whisper your name
In hope that you would hear
Hear my shout
Hear my pray
Hear my pain, as I cry out to you
My love is strong
But my heart is weak
Bottled inside
My feelings fade
Hear my shout
Hear my pray
Hear my love, as the tears fall from my face
Trying hard
I think of only you
I have so much to say
Yet nothing to say
Hear soul
Hear my pain
Hear my love
Hear my fear…
Please don’t ever leave me
rawbun
I’ve been extremely bummy all day. I haven’t spoken much nor really left my room unless I had to. Feeling a little empty (as I do when I haven’‘t done anything arty for a while) the words ‘hear my shout, hear my pray’ popped up into my head. And the rest of my feelings appeared in words.
Ants
sometimes we dont want to ‘speak’ yet still need to be heard, silence can be deafening fromany angle. that is one of the more diffucult parts of the creative urge- sometimes it just dont want to play and in turn plays with our heads… alone in the dark we all are at times, wether by design, circumstance, misadventure or just life being what it is….