...Is On The Sparrow
Soft, so softly now
The melody passes the lips
And sad, so sad now
The harmonies' lyrical trips.
And the chords wax and wane,
They're tides ebbing on the shore.
And the voice reaches a high,
And quivers with sorrow, that maketh
Me sore.
The swelling, haunting, wandring notes,
Step in, and out of my heart,
And before time, I'm longing, longing, longing
For an end, before I'm ripp'd apart.

By CathyHasDreams

© 2004 CathyHasDreams (All rights reserved)


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