It’s only silence, nothing to fear
Like an old wound gently aching
Some random voices fall on my ears
Echoes of lives for the taking
In throes of laughter I let them all pretend
I bless their passing returning to my friend
Winds I can’t explain
Burning my eyes
I lift up my head and I keep trying
Clinging to what I can
Hold on for life
More often than not
I wake up crying
Try to remember, try to forget
Try to believe if you’re willing
Sometimes they’re listening, sometimes they’re deaf
Sometimes they’re lost in the reeling
The scent of winter wafting in the leaves
But in their dying, Beauty comes to grieve
Winds I can’t explain
Burning my eyes
I lift up my head and I keep trying
Clinging to what I can
Hold on for life
More often than not
I wake up crying
There is nothing there
That isn’t in the daylight
There is nothing there
There is nothing there
That isn’t in the daylight
There is nothing there
That's what they told me...
One star is falling, one starts to rise
You’ll follow one or the other
Might be a moonbow, might be the tides
Might be the tears of a lover
Another shadow standing in the wings
Beyond the curtains bells begin to ring
Winds I can’t explain
Burning my eyes
I lift up my head and I keep trying
Clinging to what I can
Hold on for life
More often than not
I wake up crying
Words & Music, Les Brown
© 2009 Les Brown
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