ther is a song, unsung in my heart.
i dont want to let it go,i dont wish it to die.
but with every passing day
i realize its going to die.
it is a wild song.
of birds who wanted to fly,
of the butterflies who didnt see the spring,
a song of the trees who couldnt reach the skies.
my song lies unsung
just as the heroes of the war,
those that died young.
not the war played at battlegrounds,
but those at every street and corner,
in homes and not always won.
a song that touches your soul
and brings loneliness to the heart.
tells you what are you deep down,
reminds you of the long forgotten,
fire burning in you.
but my song, is unsung
cause i fear, that when it is sung,
i will be left empty, more than i am now.
