I yearn for you to need my voice,
or even ever heed my choice.
A never-ending battle I must fight,
for you to lend an ear
You must, you cant, you won't hear
my plight of sorrow.
hear me calling out.
how it aches, my soul.
how it cries, shrieks, wails, shouts.
today, tomorrow, forevermore
AUDIENCE AT THE DAVID BOWIE’S LAST ZIGGY STARDUST SHOW, 1973. PHOTOGRAPHER UNKNOWN
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