When To Be Heard...?
When can I be heard?
When can it be my turn?
I sound as a baby bird
Who's eager to learn
On how to fly.
I'll teach myself instead
On how to lie
When I'm dead.
My wish is to be heard
From those who cares
To pull me from the absurd
World of despairs.
My voice echoes
Beyond the horizon
Of the memories
That are frozen.
You plead for help
And I am there
To take care of the welp
Voice of the flare.
Now when can I
Be heard?
Once when I fly
And I'm unheard?