I hear the tears of a violin in every song,
and as I watch snowflakes falling-down
my tomorrows fade away into the shades of yesterday,
stealing the colors from all the rainbows,
and painting sad faces on every clown.
I listen to my lover softly crying
somewhere in the garden of my mind,
but the wheel of life spins forever forward,
leaving my fading memories far behind.
Willows weeping every morning
where the rippling river waters flow
add their haunting voices to the wind
telling me that it is time to go.
The ocean of life overwhelms me,
and as I look for somewhere I can belong
I stumble through tomorrows troubles
listening to the tears of a violin in every song.
Keeper of the Sword 