Rowen De Lacy
Speech is Silver Your voice is water,
The vast ocean waves— I’m stranded at sea, No sight of land!
No sight of anything But you.
Your voice is water,
And my throat is parched— I long for, I need,
I crave your words!
I beg of you to slake My thirst.
Your voice is water, A gentle trickle— You slowly erode
My doubts, my mask, Before I can notice They’re gone.
Your voice is water,
Cleansing and holy—
Speak to me your words Of forgiveness
And absolve me of all My sins.
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