Once more, the cry does not go unheard, unheeded; the ask unanswered. No matter hour, danger. Once more into the breach.
Once more, words go unvoiced, glances remain averted. No matter chance, circumstance, lips stay pressed in silence, quelling, quashing heart’s beseech.
Pining with a side of pining
the cry does not go unheard, unheeded;
the ask unanswered.
No matter hour, danger.
Once more
into the breach.
Once more,
words go unvoiced,
glances remain averted.
No matter chance, circumstance,
lips stay pressed in silence,
quelling, quashing heart’s beseech.