The song

As I sit, feeling of hopelessness
The sound I hear, whispers sweet music
The sound comforts me
As I sit the silence surrounds me
But in my ear the music is in me
The music repeats over and over again
As if a whisper from an old friend
The weeks change, but days stay the same
My self-control is lost
Fading into a distant glass
The loss I bare has control
As I feel control
The loss is my song

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