by: Jules Fred C. Batisla-ong
What will I do now?
No one reaches me
I’m sending a message from a crowd
When the satellite breaks down
How can I hear?
The voice of someone so dear
Not even the words she says
Can be read in days
When the satellite breaks down
What will I do?
This smile becomes a frown
Can’t say the words to you
The evening of silence
For the satellite breaks down
And then no one listens
Even if I cry across the town
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