I once heard it said
How often these words
ring thru my head
I miss the words
that trickle off tongues
and giggles and laughs
that with childhood come
the sounds of the birds
that float thru the air
I would cross the street
without a care
How often I feel
so sorry inside
for the part of my world
that so quietly died
what I wouldn't give
to hear one more song
If silence is golden
why do I long?
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