Listen to the silence
It could open up your mind
Things inside your heart
Could be unwrapped and you will find

Listen to the raindrops
They could speak up a thousand words
How they could test your strength
You would catch a million swords

Listen to the wind
It could tell you a new story
A heart that makes a confession
Saying the mending word- sorry

Listen to my melody
It could be a song of pain
Seclusion maybe the best option
If someone dear will gain.

I sit on the ground
Waiting for your call
To hear your voice once more

Holding my bouquet
My tears are ready to fall
I start counting one to four

Do you still remember
You promised me yesterday
You will never leave me here

I won't ever forget
Your words that light my day
To God we'll solemnly swear

Yet, I remain waiting
I know someday you'll be here
So I won't be alone anymore

I can wait forever
Until I see you, my dear
One day, when I open the door.

She got much gifts from open hands
Those golden hearts from foreign land
But though they came from farther place
Their hearts are closer, oh such a grace
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Somehow it's good to take and keep
Yet there are hands that do not sleep
They are not tired of sharing gifts
Helping others with no buts and ifs
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She loves to see herself like them
Sharing her gifts, her precious gems
Even the gifts she has today
Her skills and talents, that's her bouquet
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And now she finds another dream
Like mending rips from hem to hem
She wants to share her open hands, too
With songs of hope for me and you