A Collection of the Broken

A Song

I have heard a song

That touches my heart

It is soft, quiet

Caring and still

In the silence of the world

It reminds me of the past

And how it never seems to last,

Because too often things fade away,

Too often our voices wander astray,

Too little we know of the day

Where our dreams and hopes

Have gone their way

The song is fleeting

And it is wishing;

It carries a rhythm:

Of heartbeats

And the space between

Yet the world is kind,

I will not sing the song alone.

My story is not the only one to be told—

For the world is understanding,

And it is fair,

It presents to me

Apples and care.

So let us sing;

Let us dance;

The world is too forgiving

To be wasted on chance,

So wander,

So try,

There is no bird better

Than a bird that can fly.