Tearful sunrises and painful sensets,
with each sound appologize.
I watch as graceful birds fly past,
entranced and mesmerized.
Gently lands the monarch,
upon my crimson rose.
Causing my eyes to suddenly burn,
through the caverns of my soul.
Oh, unknowing children of the world,
cherish each spoken word.
Through all the tears I've bore for years,
I still have never heard. |