when the strings played

like birds that flow as one soul

when the moments of cold

come to hold your arms where do you fold?

and when you sleep where does your dreams go to?

what made you turn and what made you stay in place?

and why did you whisper for another prayer when all the

inner angels from within were guding your sentiments?

and did laughter turn into tears from a moment

on a swing that left your eyes under a cloud

of umbrellas that couldn't shadow the stains

but the truth said pour it out and start a new

bottle and a toast to never have been unaware