Sweet singing on the silver panes
of light dawning on the morning rain
The clouds shifting as the drops falls down
One by one, alone yet so profound
Hey are you listening to my voice
Will you try to understand my joys
And sorrows as they amble through
As I stumble through my life
Birds chirping and I feel the wind
They’re still singing though the rain is falling
Can’t fly today but tomorrow dawns
So why worry so much about the storm
Dropping, dropping, dropping
Living, living, living
Giving, giving, getting
Being, being loved
Hearing cars splash through the puddles on
The road as they pass through without
Any second glances back at me
Just like most everybody I know
Oh am I really left behind?
Just like the seeds from summertime
As the winter takes hold and chimes
Of bells trembling in place of my voice
Flying, flying flying,
Through the air,
Living, being, laughing,
As much as I dare
And the lights go down through the night
And I stumble on through my life
Autumn’s soft caressing,
Leaves fall down beside me,
Green become red and brown,
And I don’t make a sound.
