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Nobody will...
Help us, otherwise no one will.
We are all outcasts, nobody listens to our cries.
Somebody save us, because here in the darkness, you can hear the whispers in the night.
When you paint with your soul, nobody will know your meaning.
And when you live on a hill.
All you will hear are the whispers of the night.
Where you can play your music and no one will listen.
Where you can dance and nobody will glance at your faults.
The only problem is... When you live on a hill, you will live alone.
We are all outcasts, nobody listens to our cries.
Somebody save us, because here in the darkness, you can hear the whispers in the night.
When you paint with your soul, nobody will know your meaning.
And when you live on a hill.
All you will hear are the whispers of the night.
Where you can play your music and no one will listen.
Where you can dance and nobody will glance at your faults.
The only problem is... When you live on a hill, you will live alone.
Published 31st Jul 2015
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31st Jul 2015 9:10pm
1st Aug 2015 3:18am
2nd Aug 2015 5:04pm
Aside from the second and third line every line contains the word 'hill' or 'will' at least once. Along with the repetition of the line 'whispers in the night' this creates a neat effect. It's kind of like if you've ever heard people in a church say the lords prayer together. Certain sounds and syllables stand out in a whispering kind of way and it makes for a neat effect. It adds to the feel of the poem.
3rd Aug 2015 00:34am
