Roger A. Rose
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Sing A Song Of Me
Songbird, sing a song of me.
Make it sad, make it long. Empty loneliness sing.
Tell of building Walls, hiding behind, and never free.
Safety in internal solitude, where joy cannot ring.
Songbird, sing my forlorn soliloquy.
I hide behind an outward ruse
And tell the world and others I need them not.
In truth I need them all. In my self abuse,