the the phone call you'll never answer
the council forever ignored
I'm the voice drowned by the torrent
the pillar you'll never lean on
but still I'll stay here
till its dusty, rusty forgotten
my number's unchanged in the ages to come
so you may find me if you remember
unchanged you'll find me
open arms you'll see
a familiar attitude to greet you
watching over, always be
but I'm the signpost you'll never read
the heater, just flip on the switch!
the confiding stuffed toy stowed away in the box
I would've been
if
you let me.
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