I heard three voices as I drove away
They were screaming for help from within their cave
Oppressed by the dark dampness around them
Climbing for air, but surrounded
Should I turn back? Should I help them?
Just children, it sounded like
Am I their hope?
Am I the rope they need to be free?
And their voices grew fainter and fainter
But listen.
It was my voice.
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