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Another song yet to play
Maybe a breath left or
A chorus for the heartbeat away
Gradually she fades like my memory
From colours to black and white
Long forgotten scenery
Melody he makes for falling soldiers at war
For widows, the lost children
Sorrowful voice from an open door
Like the fog at night
Their souls we welcome
For our right we crave
In the name of freedom, we fight to the grave
Pictures of my mind I paint
Through rythms, whispers so faint
My all I’ve lost, my heart can’t trust
Silence of the mist
With eyes open, into my fears I fall
I am The Pianist.
