The Singer

Its funny how, a melody so sweet

can heal a heart so broken

Its funny how, a simple song

can cause someone to open

like a flower blooms at the first taste of spring

When you find yourself lost in the atrocities of the world

you sing and feel the hatred melt around you

when you're up against a wall fighting to survive

you escape into the peace of music, safe at last

when all you can do is sit against a wall, feeling the pain of every sob

you feel the sweet comforting kiss of a lullaby

When the world abandons you

there's only one thing you can take

stranded on a deserted island

I chose, instead, a sweet song to make

and start again the first bloom of spring