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Empty

My words have dried up like the rain
on a summer’s day and they
leave behind a heated good bye
I see them floating by, and I try
to catch them, why? I don’t know
but I need them to survive.
 
How long do I stay here, until you let me speak?
How long will I lay here, until you set me free?
 
I watch my life moving on
but I’m stuck in one place
My voice is lost somewhere inside of the future
My tears dry from the wind
but I’m moving backwards
Is it too late to catch me now?
 
How long do I stay here, until you let me speak?
How long will I lay here, until you set me free?
 
Some let silence bring them down
some bite through the whispers
It is your choice after all
to fight against the system.
Is life an illusion? or does it even matter?
And words and rain never truly dry.
 
How long do I stay here, until you let me speak?
How long will I lay here, until I set me free?
 

Sung by Naomi Bindman

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