The Flute Of Earth

The Wooden Flute of Earth do tell

The Reign of Man that makes you swell

Your crafted keys alone at night,

when morning comes your shine so bright.

NO MORE.

No more the chief and ladies bright

Your keys and body swell.

The chord alone,

That sqeaks at night.

The story you'll never tell.

Thus freedom now

So seldom rings.

The only throb you give,

Is when someheart indignant breaks,

To show you still may live.

ALONE.

Alone through life,

Your sound does dwindle.