Some day yes some day, as the music weeps

She had the dream, edges of a rose
waiting for the question she suppose
too young to understand the wicked wind that belongs
still he sings to her, the love song.....

He had known her  for so long
waiting with a question when she came along
wanting for her lovely soul to belong
to ask the lovely her for her lifelong......

The dream was on fire that fiery night
soaring strides in the park in the worried light
in the silhouettes of the wind
they took the long way to find a friend.....

He was asking her the question again
yes its the dream and a suggestion it seems
about life, and please just listen he screams
just say yes, he has a question and when.....

Some day yes... the music still weeps
and waits for her lovely soul to keep....*

Debbie Brooks 2014