by Author Name Withheld 119

Created on: February 22, 2008

Count on advice.

Linger back to the falling stone
Written up on the chalk-smeared wall
Listen up and bare yourself to me
Hear me speak of advice, hear my call

This sorrow sweetens on my tongue
I have given up on negativity
See more of what you've won
I give you more of my hopes

Your mirror broken against that plaster wall
Your hopes and desires will always take its place
It is never too late to learn new ways
Look for the answers upon her face

And you wonder if you've stopped
If there are no more voices to listen to
But trust me now and trust me always
Listen to the voices in your heart, they're for you.

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