The song was drone, left old within my soul
where once lived a rippling tune
that was more than we ever were.
But now, mostly alone
the music comes not near as far
as it did with you in love,
so I strive to startle the heaven’s with
the sounds of my final hopes.
I am a man who wishes heaven,
where once earth was highest sought
but gone is the lingering moment
where her and I both were
and come is the slower shiver
that drags a lonely heart
up, to the final passions
that God calls his own.
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