I wonder if you take a look
to listen to my words,
to listen to each passing phrase
the music that they make.
the sorrow of each fleeting note
I whisper to the wind,
the plot I weave of heart-felt tale
will lead me home again.
Oh listen, can't you hear the sound
the sound of falling tears?
they shatter in the chilling wind
poignant, yet so fragile.
So do you ever take a look
to read inside my heart?
or is it far beyond your care
of things to you are dear?
I wonder if you ever hear
the sound of crying notes
that drift and dance from trembling lips
that mourn forever more--
At least, they mourn forever more
if you would so allow
my heart to drown in frozen tears
and dying, dancing notes...
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
I wonder if you take a look
to listen to my words,
to listen to each passing phrase
the music that they make.
the sorrow of each fleeting note
I whisper to the wind,
the plot I weave of heart-felt tale
will lead me home again.
Oh listen, can't you hear the sound
the sound of falling tears?
they shatter in the chilling wind
poignant, yet so fragile.
So do you ever take a look
to read inside my heart?
or is it far beyond your care
of things to you are dear?
I wonder if you ever hear
the sound of crying notes
that drift and dance from trembling lips
that mourn forever more--
At least, they mourn forever more
if you would so allow
my heart to drown in frozen tears
and dying, dancing notes...
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