S.O.S.

Can you hear it

My cry for help

My S.O.S.

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It screams into the night

Throughout the day

Begging someone to hear

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Someone to care

But no one comes

Sometimes I wonder

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Perhaps you can’t hear it

Through your own S.O.S.

You own wish for help

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Maybe our signals are getting crossed

So I think I need what you need

And you think the same.

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Tangled, mixed in a chaotic mess

Perhaps all S.O.S. blend together

But only one thing I know

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I wish you’d hear my S.O.S.

And come before I go

Across the wind blown plain

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And leave you here alone

Crying out for need

With an unheard S.O.S.

Well here is another poem… bet you’re tired of them already huh!? ;)

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