Monday, February 5, 1996

When Words Become Whispers

On a cold, dark and solitary night
Here I sit, I am empty-handed
Without nothing to say
Without nothing in mind.


I looked at the heavens

Emotions poured from above
So got a pen and a paper
and scribbled all things out.


Mem'ries came rushing back

You and me together, holding hands
Our song was played on air
and tears flowed down my eyes.


If only I listened to the heartbeat

our love would have been brighter
But now you've walked away
my sweet words become whispers.