Lost Wing
Will the pied piper have you
following his shadow?
Will you open your eyes to the
dew of the morrow?
Your eyes carry grief through
my soul,
They envelope me with
sorrow,
As you lie like a log on the spot
you have grown fond of,
Tears flow,
Undisturbed till they sink the
floor,
Yet i know mourning will save
your breath no more,
Still i cry even more,
Wishing you would stay with
me forever more.
Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013
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