Voices


I wonder if my voice will ever be the same.
I tried to tell them no, but I couldn't make a sound.
It wasn't my mistake, but there's no one else to blame.

The picture was once perfect, but it's been ruined by the rain.
And all I have to sing for is a flower on the ground.
I wonder if my voice will ever be the same.

I hung a memory on the wall, but it didn't fit the frame.
The hours hardly matter if the watch has not been wound.
It wasn't my mistake, but there's no one else to blame.

I knew it wouldn't live, but its death was still a shame.
It floated down the river, and I think it almost drowned.
I wonder if my voice will ever be the same.

The moonlight disappeared, and in the sun I felt insane.
The fall is yet to come, but the leaves have all turned brown.
It wasn't my mistake, but there's no one else to blame.

I waited for the spring, and it whistled as it came.
It started with a smile, but it ended in a frown.
I wonder if my voice will ever be the same.
It wasn't my mistake, but there's no one else to blame.

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