O, tempest To me, you're an orchestra Your powerful percussion Your strong woodwinds Your shining brass And the tears of a beautiful song All instruments playing their parts Following the steady tempo If you don't hear it, open your ears You mustn't stay deaf
O tempest Your song has ended so soon The final blast still ringing in my ear And the whistling of the woodwinds Descend into silence
O tempest Play me another melody...
The Raining Soul · Thu Mar 04, 2010 @ 05:42pm · 0 Comments |