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Make a Sound

No one knows where her lonely grows
She waters it like a garden, holds it close like a rose

No one sees when she falls to her knees
She thinks maybe sadness is the only friend I need

What is left to live for when living is always alone?
And no four walls in this world could ever feel like home

No one’s coming to find you if you don’t make a sound
Nobody knows that you need to hear that you’re needed around

No one can read your mind
So come on and give someone a sign
Don’t curl up all alone in your garden of loneliness
She’s not your friend

No one knows how deep these roots can go
And so she lies in her garden watching sadness grow

around and inside her ‘til loneliness defines her
She curls up small and silent, suffering, who cares who finds her

What is left of living when death seems so serene?
Rather slip into an ever-long dream than make a scene
But you know that

No one’s coming to find you if you don’t make a sound
Nobody knows that you need to hear that you’re needed around

No one can read your mind
So come on and give yourself some time
To wake up alone without loneliness
Filling your bed, filling your head

Wake up, clear the flowers from your eyes
You know you already know their beauty’s a disguise
Wake up, burn that garden to the ground
Run out of the ashes and make a big big sound

Burn it down, burn it down
Lay your flowers on the ground
Don’t curl up alone in your garden
It’s not the end for you

© Lauren Beth

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