You might not remember my name ,
but i am still the same .
I am The bright sunlight before the morning cloud ,
the silence before the storm ,
the wicker and the worm .
I am in the bough of a tree ,
that whispers through its falling leaves .
that branch when you were a child when you used to seesaw on
me for a time .
For I am The word that sharpens you’re tongue ,
before a sentence has begun .
I am the arrow that is plucked from you’re bow ,
that tells you’re target where to go .
For I am the oxygen you breath in the night ,
You’re unspoken thoughts both in the day and of the night .
like you and I on a carousel on a hot summers day ,
those dreams will fly away .
I am in the rainbow that
that spreads far and wide ,
that tell the rain clouds
where to hide.
I am in the words “ I can’t be there “ ,
when that train pulls away ,
and you’re clasping thin air .
When the fumes from the train ,
fill you’re lungs full of smoke .
and the cabbie says “ just you my dear ?
For when you are alone by the grave of you’re friend ,
I will be in the honeysuckle that flowers .
And when you’re world is full of sorrow
I am the binding that holds tomorrow.
I will be the silver lineing when the clouds are still there .
I can be the ray of sunlight that beams from afar ,
that hears you’re prayers ,
that shines down on you’re coffin ,
when heavens doors are ajar .
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 6:17 AM UTC
You might not remember my name ,
but i am still the same .
I am The bright sunlight before the morning cloud ,
the silence before the storm ,
the wicker and the worm .
I am in the bough of a tree ,
that whispers through its falling leaves .
that branch when you were a child when you used to seesaw on
me for a time .
For I am The word that sharpens you’re tongue ,
before a sentence has begun .
I am the arrow that is plucked from you’re bow ,
that tells you’re target where to go .
For I am the oxygen you breath in the night ,
You’re unspoken thoughts both in the day and of the night .
like you and I on a carousel on a hot summers day ,
those dreams will fly away .
I am in the rainbow that
that spreads far and wide ,
that tell the rain clouds
where to hide.
I am in the words “ I can’t be there “ ,
when that train pulls away ,
and you’re clasping thin air .
When the fumes from the train ,
fill you’re lungs full of smoke .
and the cabbie says “ just you my dear ?
For when you are alone by the grave of you’re friend ,
I will be in the honeysuckle that flowers .
And when you’re world is full of sorrow
I am the binding that holds tomorrow.
I will be the silver lineing when the clouds are still there .
I can be the ray of sunlight that beams from afar ,
that hears you’re prayers ,
that shines down on you’re coffin ,
when heavens doors are ajar .
