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Sitting in the hot sand

On the moon in the afternoon

Waiting for an answer

to this pestering question, festering in my mind

Who will stop this cancer of silence, this death enhancer?

“Communication has been scattered”

That was the last news I had heard

Mind is boiling, I’m still asleep

Dreams are silent, not a peep.

Awakening, I hear a noise

A noise, a noise, a noise

Some little child is playing with his toys.

Again a noise, a louder noise,

Someone splashing, splashing, thrashing about,

Someone drowning in the pool, no doubt!

It became so clear, so clear, the man’s message was so dear.

The only haunting problem was that no one could hear, no one could hear

His pleading screams and cries for help

over the splashing, splashing and thrashing in the water.

So no one saved his drowning daughter.

Messages are lost,

it’ll cost us all.

they’re lost, they’re lost.

Now we’ll fall

What can I do now?

Seems it’s over, static slowly stops

now only silence and ticking clocks

goodbye, goodbye! Away the ghost walks.