Hear my cry, but you don’t listen.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Touch my soul, but you don’t feel.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Taste my bitter sorrow, but you don’t eat.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀See my wonderful mask of emotion, but you don’t observe.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I cannot hear you, but I strive to listen.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I cannot see you, but observing is easier.

⠀⠀⠀I cannot taste the treats of feelings; sweet like candy I bet, that you have given me,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but I still eat them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I cannot touch you,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but I feel every ounce of your happiness, warm like the sun in the afternoon.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I see the child in your eyes and I'm stuck in the headlights

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Oh what I would give to replace this silence
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀with even the smallest amount of song from your precious voice ...