Content in it’s little nest
cradled away from harm
it is a stranger to hurt
and other human feelings
I need it to make a noise
and let his voice break through
to bring me happiness and joy
all it need do is make a sound
And as I sit alone tonight
my mind so far away
I feel the power the little beast holds
and hate it with all my heart
it sits and stares back at me
and does not make a sound
I start to plead
but again the phone is silent
