(Wow. Can't beleive its been over a year since I've written this. It has since become a choral composition of mine.)
Solitary flower,
alone in the midst of the meadow
with no comfort in sight
The wind blows
But no one hears your cries
Solitary flower,
alone in the midst of the moonlight
and no comfort is near
The stars sigh
But no one sees your tears
You reach out your hand
As emptiness follows
You reach out your hand
All hope becomes hollow
Solitary flower,
alone in the midst of the meadow
with no comfort in sight
The wind blows
The stars sigh
You reach out
You ask why!
But no one...no one
no one...no one
no one will hear your cries....
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