Friday, March 15, 2013

Everywhere but there.

But there are words spoken
In languages you and I know
In the midst of the crowd you shout
And I run.

Loud and clear
I run.

I swear I do not hear you
Yet I run each time you shout.

I swear.
We speak this language
You and I.

And faith made it
Into you, I ran.

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