why shouldn’t you be able to hear it—

why shouldn’t you be able to hear it—
my word deep inside you you fear it—
like life come undone won—feel it,
like (I caught) a rowdy rascal-damsel in distress, yes—
feel the pull, hear the cull—
never fear the lull consume you;
see the praise, know the days never come
without the thought of you resuming
in some way, through the waves of time
with a word you once heard still blooming—
hit him, hate him, have him apart—
but hold the one that comes close to you—