This volume could break glass,
Overpowering silence
I long to hear.
Sounds so deafening,
drowning the past,
I've grown weary of
submitting to my fears...
I want to remember Your voice,
but no,
my true desires
say want I want to hear.
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This volume could break glass, Overpowering silence I long to hear. drowning the past, submitting to my fears...
I want to remember Your voice,
but no,
my true desires say want I want to hear.
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