i hear your voice clearly
you're just within reach
your words proclaim strongly
the message you preach
but when the door closes
and i'm left here alone
your words become empty
as still as the phone
you never put flesh
to your friendly embraces
true though they may be
to other chosen faces
the hardest of sayings
are the ones left unspoken
like the promise of water
where the well pump is broken
how am i to believe
all this life's meant to be
when alone i can never
grasp the one thing i need
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