Thursday, April 15, 2010

Songs of heavens before

I sang into the open air
where noone could hear a word
I sang for flowers, butterflies and towers
but all I got was silence unheard.

Maybe it's for the better
Maybe it's for the best
My voice would give no meaning
To the words written down from above.

A song with lyrics from above, for Marilyn, my dear friend:

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