One day it's all gone

                                         

                             And the sun was setting, and a light wind blew,

                                  Painting the skies in magenta and blue,

                                      And a bird on a wire was singing,

                                                And no one notices,

                                                  And no one cared,

                                          No one watched the sky,

                                            No one heard the song,

                                            But still the bird sang,

                                    Because the song was beautiful,

                                    Because time needed a melody,

                                 The way the skies needed a color,

                                       And then a man sat down,

                             Still young, but his soul was getting tired,

                               Tired because no one watched the sky,

                               Tired because no one heard the song,

                                     And he listened to the bird,

                                      And he listened to her song,

                               And thought of his mother, long gone,

                         " This crazy place, it's sure hard to figure,

                       But the little things, there's sure nothing bigger!

                         So remember my song, remember be strong,"

                                       The bird seemed to sing,

                                       "One day it's all gone!"

                                  And then the bird flew away,

                                     And  it was just the man,

                              Watching the skies darken, darken,

                             Trying to preserve a song in his heart

                                          No one else heard