Unanswered Call

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I shout your name 
From the top on my lungs,
But you didn't hear me 
You didn't come to save.

So, do not blame me 
For the torture I must endure,
In your name
For in my heart.

Your still the same,
Hoping my love remains 
But after all my pain,
I stand with nothing to gain.

My words you sung 
My gifts you collect 
Yet my calls unanswered 
My vision blurred.

Time after Time
You call,
I answer 
Yet 

My calls go unanswered 
My love unspoken 
My heart broken 
In the dark 
My feelings buried.






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