SehaJ
Troublemaker
A tear in the wind
A tear in the wind that sounds as soft as the sky, Will eventually reach the moon in midst of ability to fly. As the bark on the tree tears and peels,
The song the tree sings will never change the way it feels.
The birds breathe in, breathe out, survive,
And soaring though the sky they'll thrive.
He slipped away to finish the dance,
He would have learned how, if given the chance.
The drum of living has even more rythym than the blues,
Too bad my drum beat stopped, because he did not get to choose.
The ink on my paper has almost dried,
And forever it should stay there, even though he died.
Maybe six feet isn't all that deep,
Death starts talk, and talk is cheap.
Its just the beginning, of the new end.
A tear in the wind that sounds as soft as the sky, Will eventually reach the moon in midst of ability to fly. As the bark on the tree tears and peels,
The song the tree sings will never change the way it feels.
The birds breathe in, breathe out, survive,
And soaring though the sky they'll thrive.
He slipped away to finish the dance,
He would have learned how, if given the chance.
The drum of living has even more rythym than the blues,
Too bad my drum beat stopped, because he did not get to choose.
The ink on my paper has almost dried,
And forever it should stay there, even though he died.
Maybe six feet isn't all that deep,
Death starts talk, and talk is cheap.
Its just the beginning, of the new end.
