All those unwritten letters

All those unwritten letters
All those drafts in my heart
Willow they whisper:
What do I do now?
What do I do now?

The words have been evoked
The trumpets have been blown
I am ready to strike
To make a blast!
To make a blast!

But my words may not be heard
On deaf ear they may fall
Or hit against a petrified spirit
Failing to resound.
Failing to resound.

The letters remain unwritten
The drafts decompose in my heart
Those words of love and hatred
Never depart.
Never depart.

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