The blue birds sing
There sweet songs
The notes drift with the wind
But the darkness comes and the music stops
What happened?
The songs we sang sounded so sweet
But now they are forgotten
Yesterday the music filled the air
Now there is nothing.
Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 7:29 AM UTC
The blue birds sing
There sweet songs
The notes drift with the wind
But the darkness comes and the music stops
What happened?
The songs we sang sounded so sweet
But now they are forgotten
Yesterday the music filled the air
Now there is nothing.