I’m just a girl
And I want to be heard.
Many things I have said
Yet they hear not a word.
Am I speaking a language they cannot understand?
Do my words seem as worthless as one piece of sand?
But one piece of sand, when not standing alone,
Can make beautiful beaches with numbers unknown.
So those words you have not yet heard I have already said
Could become a wonderful book that will be a million times read.
Am I really just that girl whose thoughts cannot be said?
Who may as well speak to the dead?
For at least they are there
And seem to give but one care.
They are more than the fools
Who think they are cool.
They listen not to a word
And my words are simply left


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