Did you ever hear a bird sing
a song underneath
a lonesome tree
where hand in hand
hearts walk
on the property
of the moon
Their songs
echos of love
so gentle
and free
no words
can ever come close
to the feeling
of rapture
when they begin
to sing
Maybe tomorrow
we will wrap
this song
with our hearts
and deliver
the notes
to ourselves
If no hope
ever finds
the needy
what else
can bring
the wind of peace
to a broken soul.
My words
are simple
and fragile
as me
and yet
the cry
is so loud
a deaf man
can hear
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