Reverb Of The Heart
Reverb Of The Heart: Drew Lancaster
Each sharp as glass
Seeing the next
Hoping it be the last
Though much is asked
Quietly he yearns for touch
Never lamed to ask
That in him too much
He cried to another once
It shames him still
Opening that wound
Pouring out that cup
Empty and echoe hollow
Can you Could you
Feel......feel....feel...?
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