Lyrics

The boy sits on his bed,

Writing, until he turns his head.

The window brightens, and a face appears,

The boy is happy, no more lonely, no more tears.

Maybe the face will help him,

He thinks,

With the cards that were dealt him,

He speaks,

"Face in the window, can u hear me?

Oh, the face in the window, it mirrors me."

He looks at his book, and wonders when the music will start,

Because only lyrics come from his heart.

He listens and listens, but can he hear it?

The synth and the harp?

From finish to start?

No. Silence.

But he doesn't mind it.

He doesn't even fear it,

Because he knows, one day, he'll find someone who needs lyrics.


Copyright-K.O.I.