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In the depth of my tears
I cried out for help.

In the deepness of my dreams
I yelled out for love .

Through the cracks in the ground
I slip into your thoughts.

My voice echoed like a stranger screaming in a remote island.

My soul traveled, like the wind
during a fierceful storm.

Through these eyes
I've observed the world,

I've cried out to the heaven,
and stomped down at the hell below.

But still you deny.

With your eyes wide open
you simply walk.

To a far distance,
a land far away
I manage to crawl.

A place like Mount Everest.
A place where my voice will project and be heard.

A place where I can broadcast
my thoughts and emotions.

A place, a home where the softest voice can be heard.

I've managed to reach this desire of understanding,acknowledgement and focus.

In my heart I know you heard me cry, but in my soul I knew that you should have responded.