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