cobwebs shimirring in the tree's rivers and streams a magical dream...
and I hear the soft faint wisper and I think it might be your voice I hear the day is long another sad sad song is this where I belong? I sound of the past come rushing in so fast i'm not even sure if I'm hearing the word of what is faintly being wispered and I hear your voice today is a new tomorrow is the neverending story I'm still yet to fill that page with the word of the sound in my mind the sound i think might be you i hope to leave the un said not said and wait for you I'll spend to the end of the day begining with the cob webs shimirring in the trees and the leaves that spek a soft faint wiper of what I think just ,may be you