Steal softly into the lingering night,
Walk under stars displaying their might,
A waning moon sings to a morning air,
The sun slumbers in his autumnal lair,
Touch summer’s last sigh in a breathless breeze,
Hear winter whisper through the weary trees.
Time holds the shadows of yesterday,
Let us hear what its’ light had to say,
The worm can be caught by the early bird,
Wisdom is captured by an unspoken word,
The best composers take the past and bring today
Such music that tomorrow shall always play,
I have heard the music that can rise above pain,
I have been given a chance to live again,
My song is buried in betrayal and lies,
Yet my words will live until all truth dies…
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