Listen to silence’ bellowing call
Listen to the story of autumn’s fall
Listen to footsteps of friends disappearing
Isn’t this what mother said could happen?
Listen to the rustling of leaves in the park
Children, lovers, dogs stroll
Listen to familiar voices on voicemail
I’ll return your call but never do
Listen to the last drops of fall rain
It will soon be winter and you’re all alone
Listen to crumpling whispers from bedcovers
I’ll try my best but you’ll still be cold
Listen to seasons and see a reason
Listen to why and hear and heed
Listen to footsteps of friends approaching
There will be no mistaking for a second chance
Ub©
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