There’s a void within my song of heart
painting many places muting certain parts,
but it sings as loudly as one may sing
reaching out across the sky
and harmony with its dancing leaps
moving mountains from on high;
causing clouds so stern above
to smile in heaving sighs.
So here it sits my woeful void
gazing down into endless eyes
knowing more than it will lead on
gently guiding me all the wise.