The Music in the Air

November 12, 2011
By PinkConverse24 BRONZE, Congers, New York
PinkConverse24 BRONZE, Congers, New York
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The music in the air
Notes right before my eyes,
With the wind blowing through my hair.

No one else stops to care
They do not hear the cries,
The music in the air.

I've heard this song, so fair
I've heard its broken cries,
With the wind blowing through my hair.

Filled with such despair
I know they are not lies,
The music in the air.

This beautiful song I want to share
It's the sadness I despise,
With the wind blowing through my hair.

The last few notes come with such flare
Then suddenly the music dies.
The music in the air,
With the wind blowing through my hair.


The author's comments:
When you see someone who is feeling as lost or alone as you, it hurts when you see that no one else seems to pay any attention, not only because you feel for that person, but because you know no one else will hear you either.

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