Why

The microphone stands in The middle of the stage The sad eyes may wonder While the music still plays. No one was listening To that beautiful song Why waste the breathing if They won't even sing along. The world whispered lies It was a losing fight The silence crept slowly And nothing seemed quite right. You claim it's not that bad But did you feel the pain You saw the falling But left it just the same. The crowd may gather The tide may even turn At least there's a message That's left to be learned. No mockingbird singing There are clouds in the sky Some people may wonder But I think I know why. 5-11-2010