strum the strings of this madness
and it will play a strange cord
off beat and with out rhyme
my hearts voice will sing out shaky
and with out steady
the words will catch you
your fingers will still slide across the harp of our untold story
our song unsung
untill this moment
its first chance to
be set free on the wings of a songless bird
as your eyes will look upwards
to the skys locked utopia
as you sweetly send out a prayer for rain
you be heeded with no answer
as the song grows longer and your fingers blister
the voice of the heart is confident in the signature of time set by falling
angels
as the sky bleeds red as the sun gently fall
you will send a tired prayer for rain
as the heart loses voice
and you lose the will to play
you whiper with your last ragged breath a prayer for rain
and as our dust is spread to the four winds
your soul still whispers its unanswered prayer for rain

 
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