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Still a Song
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Secular Poetry Sing a thousand bitter songs
Along the sweeping plains.
Words intertwined with frost-bitten winds
Freeze my heart, my mind, my soul-
And still I count my memories.
When the songs shatter this ever-present silence
And the road I wander is long and rough
Questions, lingering long in my mind
Searching, searching-never finding-
Still I listen to distant melodies.
When the wind whispers soft 'gainst your ear
And leaves seem restless in the trees
Listen to the constant beat of your heart.
Life is fragile and the sounds are alive-
Yet even so, it's still a song.
This is one of my favorites. I don't remember that being the name of the poem though, oh well.