A moonlight ago this tune began. With no intent of being heard. But the secret whispers were divulged. It was no longer a lonely tree in the forest. Instead, an epiphany to be remembered for. Was this a prelude, or is this epitaph? Or was it a movement within another one? A composition not yet arranged Is still a song marked in a record. Why must everything be danced? When the ballad cannot be waltzed. Please, sing it again. Because once is not enough. Will this one be a memory for all time? Or will it blend within all the normalcy That is constantly blared. Do you really know what this one means? Or do you consider it just a catchy anthem? Who told you what you were supposed to understand? When the one who wrote it, you never met. Why must everything be danced? When the ballad cannot be waltzed. Please, sing it again. Because once is not enough This is just another lullaby Not for all time's sake But only an egoistical melody. This is not baroque nor everlasting.
