That Day

The Stories In Between

She once whispered to me Of things which truly matter Only once will I say this She told me It is then up to you If you listen Or ignore these words If you see Burden or a gift For know These words are not mine They have been here Always Echoing through time A beacon of hope For all Who would listen The years passed And somewhere along the way I lost the words she said to me That day And now I find myself In desperate need Of her voice once again And I realize, looking back I didn't care enough To see through her eyes Was too afraid of the truth Too distracted By where I thought I needed to be And now I would gladly Tear down All that I've built Lay down All I have known To go back To remember Just a single word…

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