Summary: The fear that they have no meaning, that the voice will go unheard and never will be. That it would disappear. A written piece about the ignored cries, unpopular thoughts or beliefs, as well as the inability to speak out.
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The voice that will never be heard,
A sentence, a phrase, a word.
From the harp, strung strings from hearts,
Strummed a melody that at once departs.
Words and lyrics are they without,
If heard would never bring about.
Till strings strung taut meet inevitable end,
Beyond the means of any possible mend.
At last to be banished and sent,
To the darkest abyss as was meant.
For solo alone to endure and fend
And at last disappear, with Winter's forthcoming Wind.
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