Song Of My Heart
is the bandage, the balm, the words
soothe my bleeding soul?
flows from wounds of despair
floods my being with sorrow.
taste the salt of tears as I lie on my pillow.
on the island of Silence, I feel no pain
the deadness of nothing.
to feel something...
at all to fill my emptiness!
surround me but there is none to touch my spirit,
that know the song of my heart.
smile as they pass and if they should speak,
words but fall to the ground, not reaching my soul.
is to know why?
the wounds of my soul
away the words before they arrive,
them to the earth?
you went away, my soul is in exile, longing for home.
you were my home… the song of my heart.