CM (1980 / Arizona)

A Hole

Softly as the wind blows
A whistling can be heard
A sound like time crying
A sound so mournful
That not even the birds dare sing
The sun catches a tear
And turns it into a diamond
Slowly rolling down my cheek
I pay no attention to the sound
I’ve heard it for so long now
The sound of the hole in my heart
The hole that has been there
Since the day we parted

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