Tuesday, June 25, 2013

I Never Heard Her Sing



She's gone to search new places
for new people and new things,
and I never heard her sing,
never heard her sing.

With a voice like calming breezes
and a wind upon a wing,
but I never heard her sing,
never heard her sing.

I brought her songs and melodies
of sunshine and of rain,
but all that was in vain,
all in vain.

She could not sing my songs of love
while living with the pain,
now she’ll not come again,
ne'er again.

For me she could not sing,
for me she could not sing,
so I gather all the questions
I laid at her door,
and won’t ask why anymore.

When she finds love to fill her heart
and the joy that it will bring,
the world will hear her sing,
hear her sing.

Until then my days go by
always remembering 
that I never heard her sing,
never heard her sing.


Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   June 2013

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