The Call © 2020 Written by A. E. F.
All Rights Reserved.
The phone rings without regard,
On a random afternoon,
The towels are in the dryer,
Her shoes sit by the chair.
And she answers an officer's call.
Qui-et de-votion,
Fierce deter-mi-nation,
He serves, she serves,
Though not all can see their pain.
White daisies on the table,
No one's there to catch her fall,
She drops the morning paper.
As their lives crash upon the floor.
Qui-et de-votion,
Fierce deter-mi-nation,
He serves, she serves,
Though not all can see their pain.
He serves, she serves,
Though not all can see their pain.
Not all can see their pain.
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