A voice

A voice cried for years
As it was abaneden in fear.
Not even a cheer
Will not cross its path.
Leaving this lonely voice to fad away .
So much you want to say, but
Less minute are in a day .
Were the time have been, perhaps! My voice is like the wind.

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