Whispers of prayers are spoken in the night
from inside the heart
Where and when no one hears
There are no tears
Only an island, a ship on the open ocean
a solitary bird floating on the wind
Who knows the pain
shares the grief
Is it spoken
Is it held inside
It is not like a flower that grows
But a weariness that lurks on the doorstep
keeping your senses alive in the dark
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