Everyone’s singing


Everyone’s singing
Telling a tale
Pushing through the crowd
Walking the aisle
Sometimes all together
At times one after one
Isn’t there so much to hear
Isn’t there a little to know

In the night they sleep
And the dogs bark
Isn’t there so much to hear
They complain there’s nothing to do
What more they want to
When the skies have shades to show
Flowers have colors to fan
There’s a dim voice around
They listen only when the wind roars

When the skies fall
They complain
Don’t hear
Don’t hear sitting next to you
Don’t see sitting next to you
Feel? Oh, only when you prick

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