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Whispering sounds
from your highrise in the sky
Not a care to know
whom hears
You speak bittersweet octaves
Cashing in on my ears
bask within a throe of words
Giving me what I asked for
And leaving no time
but letting you
my occuring dream
live on

A vacancy sign once held bright
is now dim
And those I dont know
but once cared for
shot out the lights
struck my deepest riches
and left me blank.

It's slow to recover
Looking at what once was
and what could be
we walk along the sand's of past
and the shores of present
Dying for another shot
For this sensivity to re-emerge
to crush goliath
with a different sling
than where my heart lies

Gazing onto buried treasure
My hands bathing in golden words
I remember you; on your throne of roses
and your bittersweet octaves
Giving me the strength to endure
and cash in on what was
and what will be

A smile on my face
as I once again take my place
In my highrise
ignoring those that pass by
breathing in wisps of clouds
uttering droplets made clear
drenching those that care to stay outside
bearing to the elements
Sheltered from disdain

Wont you leave your throne
to come outside with me
and dance in the rain?