Call out, and I hope you hear me
A lonely voice in the crowd, in the crowd
Call out, with all I have in me
Promise you won’t let me down
It’s a lonely road (it’s a lonely road)
Show me home
Or am I just a consequence of a broken home (of a broken home)
- I don’t know the original source/artist/poet. Found it on net and sharing.
I was bored today and like I went through my old facebook posts, wall, etc. I realised what I’ve been saying to my mates about things are different, like we don’t talk or do things, the way we did like back in the day. Like I could have the most ridiculous conversation, talk randomly, talk about problems, or do some random stuff all the time and they’ll be all up for it, there was more passion/care towards me. I’m just not sure like what to make of things, because I’m the one that sounds or an asshole about it , or maybe I should mature up or something. Maybe it’s what you get for getting older, who knows.
- Nas (via 00-37)