Why does the day seem so unlike The days I've known before? Empty and devoid of all The need of wanting more And as I sit and keep the space That spawns the world I see I contemplate how much I miss The world that once was me Love moves through me like a whirlwind Dancing through the leaves Plays me like once wooden flute Sang simple melodies For ages upon ages Lasts the story of the Dove Admired though misunderstood Whilst captured without love Novels, novels everywhere And not a thought to think 'Tis off the page where oft I brew My yet unflavored drink I used to know the shape of me I used to know my name Now I'm just a window For the rain Love moves through me like a whirlwind Dancing through the leaves Plays me like once wooden flute Sang simple melodies For ages upon ages Lasts the story of the Dove Admired though misunderstood Whilst captured without love The world that once was me... Where did he go? The one who needed things... Before I learned to let them flow Now I am the instrument Not the hand that plays I am the rain against the glass Not the one who caves Love moves through me like a whirlwind Dancing through the leaves Plays me like once wooden flute Sang simple melodies For ages upon ages Lasts this story of the Dove ADMIRED THOUGH MISUNDERSTOOD Whilst captured... (without love) The world that once was me... The world that once was me...
