Truely

A countdown clock lingers
Not a second to waste
As the arms punish
The pain intensifies
With each lost breath
Something has to compensate
This ever growing fear
Shrouding what should be so clear
But voices are doomed to whispers
Echoing in the evening wind
Like the night hidden by day
It shouldn’t be this way
That echo that’s yearning,
Yearning to be noticed
By someone, somewhere
Soon, very soon
Is yours, truely…