Tunes From Heaven
In the back of my mind I still hear the mystical sound
Of the mandolin you once played all around
I kept looking around but you could not be found
Hopelessly trying to follow the delightful sound
Dad, you being a musical guy in your day
I’m sure in heaven you found an instrument to play
Being it a harp or a violin
Your magical tune comes through even if you beat on a hollow tin
You must be sending these tunes from above
With a little bit of help from the god’s of love
These familiar tunes so flawless and grand
I know it’s not just coming from your hand
Eros to your left and Cupid to your right… together you three form the Perfect Love Band!
While the angels behind you would serenade
Slowly and silently your tunes start to fade
Copyright © Farah Diba Pastor
Copyright © Farah Diba Pastor | Year Posted 2021
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