- cramergr
- Mar 25, 2022
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 25, 2022
Is anyone out there
can’t you hear me at all?
Someone lend me a hand
help my spirits stand tall.
Rising high in the air
like the wings of a dove,
let my heart be free
to feel the lift of love.
Hidden deep in me
I feel this need,
it’s been hurting so long
it surely must bleed.
The voice of my soul
has gone hoarse with it’s call.
Is anyone out there
can’t you hear me at all?
Gary R. Cramer
June 25, 1980