~Whispered Song~ � by The Magus Let me sing you a song... You can listen to my soft-spoken heart... It is the best I can manage... Since my soul fell apart. Pieces of broken heart are very sharp... Do not touch, lest you prick yourself. Instead, won't you turn your head away... And put me on a shelf... You could prick yourself on my heart... Like thorns on a rose....I just want my peace of mind. Maybe it's the piece that has been missing from my heart... For such a long, long time... Sometimes pieces cannot fit back together. If I played softly... Would the notes still sound to your ear? My song is simple and unrefined... If I sang, would you hear? My eloquent words... They've dried up like water in a river bed. But like my heart, it's not all quite gone... There's a few left to be said. Maybe you ask me why I sing...if no one listens. Oh it's my way, of being young and being able to fly. Recapturing days of not so long ago, that green time... When I could drift in the blue sky... In my song...I am free again. My heart is broken...but won't you touch the pieces? My lips whisper...but won't you hear my song? Tell me how long... How long, must I wait to sing my song again... If I only had pieces to offer...would you take them? |