His Song
He sang a song from his broken heart
He didn't know how and how to start
But once the beat reached his mind
It became one of a kind
The song was for the one he loves
She was the light of his day
But when he found he lost her
She had gone away
There was nothing to remind him of her,
But his song he made.
He sings it every night.
You can hear him in the wind.
Like Echo when she died.
He holds her to his heart
Unlike the Narcissus.
Who died because of his ego.
Instead of this young man and song
Will last longer.
His love sits in heaven looking down on her.
Listening to his song.
He sings It from his heart
Wondering if she hears.
He looks at the heavens and sings
He knows that she is looking down on him.
She watches him sing just for her.
He needs to calm its been only been a little while