So Kind So Beautiful and Mute
Hey, maybe you will find me here
And maybe you are coming dear
to take away peace of my mind
with tender hand with tender sight
through the November's solitude
so kind so beautiful and mute.
You'll make a sigh dispelling dream
You'll make a sigh to seize my scream,
But days are flowing with my bore
besides night's fire are no more
in our very little town
And I feel down I feel so down.
Hey, be my furious restless wave
Spread wings of yours to make me slave
to fly away above the world
of cruel words and dirty gold
to see the dawn it looks so good
so kind so beautiful and mute.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016
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