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Late at night,
I hear the whine
The high pitched sound
That woke me never failing.
The cry of a nightmare’s joy
The sadness in its cold embrace.

I wonder
Had she cried,
My baby, nearest and kind?
Away she slept
My mind at ease
Not knowing of her soundless screams.
I wonder
Had she cried
My baby, nearest and kind?

The heartbreak
But the love
The lonely
And above.
Just the sound to tear you down
Long since forgotten by my ears.

I wonder
Had she cried
My baby, nearest and kind?
Away she slept
My mind at ease
Not knowing of her soundless screams.
I wonder
Had she cried
My baby, nearest and kind?



if you really wanna know the reason for this poem, I'll tell ya in a pm. But I'm pretty sure you already know what it's about.