Why is the soul silent?
And why doesn't it sing
Skip like it used to
To a sweet tune
At nature's melody
Birds with ruffled feathers tweet
And the leaves sway
Along travelers' way
How can the soul sing
When it's stripped bare?
Can one finger tie a knot?
Or a beggar buy a god
Like wine in crystal
We mingled perfectly
And sealed our fate
A tragedy of love for tales
Thought you were
The other half of me
Who would never criticize
The other side of me
My cotton candy cloud
For an outpouring of sweetness
The curtain to veil
All of the pain
Time flew by
Distance pulled apart
Life got in the way
And turned everything gray
This torn, shredded shroud
This peeled, battered innocence
How can we repair
And make the robin no longer despair?
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