Heavens to Speak

I beg down the heavens to speak
but they won’t be coming
I was told to
grow a pair
speak for yourself
and maybe soon
you’ll come back again

Until then the streets
are avoided and the back way
is found deploring
and I blaze a path
through the woods
to find you at last
wandering I’m still
scratchng my heads
wondering I’m still
begging the heavens to speak

I can’t hear anything
so it’s a stupid question to ask
I just think if the heaven’s speak
I’ll hear the words
crystal clear and know
what my life is supposed
to be

But without the spoken words
I’m left to think
the answer is that
life is what
YOU make it to be
the heavens won’t speak
or they already spoke
and I didn’t hear a thing

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