Your voice echoes under the clouds
As I stand and wait
Under the summer Sun

The breeze plays with the leaves
And my eyes wonder
There is no music
That could hold so much joy
Joy without feeling

And as I stand and wait
My pen walks across the page
And I realise
What I am really waiting for

09/11/2000

Posted on 06/17/2004
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