If you go outside at night,
After the world has gone to sleep,
You can hear the planet sigh.
Under the secrets, it canโt keep,
And the wind sings different tunes,
To all the ones you hear by day,
As though itโs choking on the words,
That weโre all too afraid to say,
And I wonder at the problems,
Weโve tried to melt inside its core,
Whether itโs packed so close to bursting,
That it canโt hold many more,
For how can we see its weakness,
When weโve not known something so strong,
And if it weeps and we canโt hear it,
Does that mean thereโs nothing wrong?
โe.h
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