Ode To A Fleeting Moment Or Every Betrayal Begins With Trust
The music slowly drifts out unto the streets.
A slow humming of strings; over-plucked.
And voices crack over the soft beats.
And they all sing together.
The words whisper at what they cannot say.
The essence of their hope is in each laugh.
And each of them pray, that they never see day.
And they all sing together.
The swing creaks and complains.
But they don't pay it any attention
For gravity, they have but utter disdain.
And they all sing together.
And now the sun is risen.
Their music, now just a memory.
But all walk away, knowing what was given.
Because they all sang together.
A slow humming of strings; over-plucked.
And voices crack over the soft beats.
And they all sing together.
The words whisper at what they cannot say.
The essence of their hope is in each laugh.
And each of them pray, that they never see day.
And they all sing together.
The swing creaks and complains.
But they don't pay it any attention
For gravity, they have but utter disdain.
And they all sing together.
And now the sun is risen.
Their music, now just a memory.
But all walk away, knowing what was given.
Because they all sang together.