a last refrain

sing my tortured heart
sing it out
release my soul,
set it free
i leave
this tragic theatre
for another space
where tears of
joy collect
in weary eyes
i am gone from here
free of pain
no more do i run
[from] torn emotion
bleeding
love
and lost direction
i am gone
from here
to another place
i leave you my
vocal artistry
it is yours
all yours
i have nothing left to give
i leave you now
i bid u all farewell
with a sad refrain,
adieu.
http://cleaves.zapto.org/news/story-1695.html
by fiona 2011-07-25 20:58:13
... simple and lovely