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| Unsuspecting Soul The radio serves to fool the soul Tags along with favorite song Alone to it�s self It doesn�t know It is dying As the wind outside howls out her name Sings its song with passion The earth seems to gravitate with a certain Sadness of watching this story However bold or bitter�unfold He wonders if only he Has prayed, the wind to stop In vain, he realizes he has not complete control As the radio plays, the wind speaks to him again Serenades the lonely soul without warning�or mercy The innocence of the bystanding heart Unsure which way it should go Captures the essence of uncertainty Trying in vain to shelter what remains To no avail�it too� is dying Willow the Wisp, into the mist of morn He will beckon for an end to this wind Still, the wind will once again sing to him The song he has come to forlorn He will let emotions go, in uncanny timely manner For the time is near, there will be no fear Soon the heart and soul will join this song Sing in harmony�and then the song will end Lest you listen closely, as the wind will begin to sing again To another�unsuspecting soul Copyright � -2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved by Author |
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