Whisper's
Whisper's
Somehow they knew that instruments of time
Was gently seasoned with verses and rhymes
Being impassioned by the wisdom of souls
Guided by their creations back to days of old
Masters they perform songs of their youth
Somehow begin whispers of never ending truth
Rainbows and shadows sway and begin
Natures ending force whispers start over again
While their quest in life turns uneven in hand
Graced is the finale whispers perfect be the end...
Written by Artie Beason April 11 2007
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