Waiting on a whisper,
the mountains begin to cry.
I joined them as I weep.
Through song we asked each other why.
Through song we did play,
every note with despair.
The crisp morning fog
carries our secrets through the air.
Our mother is dying,
she's on her last breath.
The secrets of the Earth
are promises we should've kept.
The mountains and I wept.
Her whisper never came.
It was the trees that broke the silence,
when they called out your name.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
Waiting on a whisper,
the mountains begin to cry.
I joined them as I weep.
Through song we asked each other why.
Through song we did play,
every note with despair.
The crisp morning fog
carries our secrets through the air.
Our mother is dying,
she's on her last breath.
The secrets of the Earth
are promises we should've kept.
The mountains and I wept.
Her whisper never came.
It was the trees that broke the silence,
when they called out your name.
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