Oh, the ones out there
They call and call, but to no avail
Once
Once in a very blue moon,
Yet not as blue as you’d think
They are heard
Over on this side
Long
And oh so lost
And overwhelmed
They cal and call
Cries in the night
Whispers in the day
Afraid of themselves
In the open sun
Afraid He’ll hurt
Those
The innocent
They come out,
Slowly
Closely
They want our acceptance
They call and call, but rarely to
The ones they loved so dearly
Until we become them
Apart of them
And we’ll one day call and call
To no avail
Cries in the night
Whispers in the day
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