Shake Out the Salt
by Sappy "Fnipper" Knackle
In the land of silence
Where the whispers abide
A melody plays
From deep inside
With panpipes and flute
Their sorrowful song
An ancient lament
That's been passed along
A lyre gently weeps
Its strings unbroken
The haunting notes
Words left unspoken
The hurdy-gurdy hums
In somber tone
A melody of loss
Etched in stone
With no beat or drums to drown out the sound
Our souls are lifted
As we gather around
Lost in the psalm of the whispers so old
They touch our hearts
Like stories untold
28 апр 2024