• When I hear the wind,
    I sing.
    When I see rain,
    I sing.
    When death is near,
    I sing.
    When a see a shooting star,
    I hear music.
    I learn this music.
    I live it.
    I love it.
    I need it.
    I wonder about it.
    I think about it in school.
    I know the voice of the singer.
    I see this person in my dreams.
    She is gone in my world,
    Yet I hear her.
    I don't get it at all.
    I don't care.
    I search for shooting stars.
    I loved her once.
    I still do
    But she is gone.
    I loved her.
    I cried for her.
    I lived to protect her.
    She's gone.
    But when i see a shooting star,
    I hear her and the angel's song.
    I know this song now.
    Someone on Earth created it.
    I found it.
    I hear the sadness in the song and the angels.
    I miss my grandma
    Though her song is my passion now.


    By mikmik121