“Lost Song”
In the quiet of dusk I stop and reflect
On life’s fragile dance and paths we select
Upon my bare feet bright life dulled by fate
What of songs unsung and tales that await?
Echoes of freedom vibrate in my ear
Dream of a songbird shushed by the fear
What of melodies on breath cut halfway?
Those unheard tunes of soul’s joyful play
I pick up a fallen star that waited too long
Do you hear that call? Sing your song…
Sing your song…
