Dreaming silent
wandering eyes
measuring softly
heavy sighs as
questions rise..
is this all there is?
From birth to death
we ride the rails
of luminous plans
some bright, some pale…
And when at once
the years have passed,
apparent by the well told tale,
of our lives…
A wake up call
is heard…
from above,
as a refrain,
in our hearts
to sing the same
song….
Pay attention
do not pass,
listen well
it is the name –
of your true calling,
singing a refrain.
Calling, calling
listen now,
all at once
it’s gone
and then…
a faintly heard violin,
raises the chance
to live again.
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