I hear you
The words you speak, use to have meaning
they use to ring a nice melody in my ears.
Now all you speak to Me, goes in one ear, over My head and
gone with the wind.
Still you find it comforting to you to hear yourself speak. Jibber-jabber,
what does it really matter?
Distruptive to your own Soul, thinking no one hears you or really cares. Speak of positive energy and I hear you all Day. Talk all that wicket, mean, spirited trash.
Makes one lash back just the same. That's the pain in the game.
Yes! In the past I've herd you many times over again. Sing a true melody and maybe I'll one Day hear you whole-heartedly, the way
you captured My Heart long ago that far off Day.
they use to ring a nice melody in my ears.
Now all you speak to Me, goes in one ear, over My head and
gone with the wind.
Still you find it comforting to you to hear yourself speak. Jibber-jabber,
what does it really matter?
Distruptive to your own Soul, thinking no one hears you or really cares. Speak of positive energy and I hear you all Day. Talk all that wicket, mean, spirited trash.
Makes one lash back just the same. That's the pain in the game.
Yes! In the past I've herd you many times over again. Sing a true melody and maybe I'll one Day hear you whole-heartedly, the way
you captured My Heart long ago that far off Day.
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