I Wrote You a Song

 I wrote you a song today

Whispered it over the phone

Today was a Wednesday

Are you sick of being alone?


I’m tired of being the same

Of chances never taken.

Dreams of borrowed fame

From which I’ll never awaken.


And you out there, you see,

Just being and existing.

All I want to be

Is with you and persisting.


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