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I heard the silent whispers
Since I was an innocent child
When I was not yet exposed
To the art of my own demise.
Cold-hearted shadow follows me
Where the lights refuse to grow
And haunting fear comes again
When merciless wind starts to blow.
Now the silence is deafening
As I am wandering all alone
Here in this place so disgracing
And no one to call my own.
O silent whispers come back to me
I plead you back, hear my call.
My heart is yearning to hear from you;
Save a once innocent child's soul.
by Ross H. Bruce 19-Nov-1999
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