Sparrow

Scattered ashes
Sparrows fly
Voice carries on the winds
Above blossoming four o’clock
Young man sheds a tear

banjo’s, drums and clarinets
she hums a hymn while tugging at her dress
Weeping flowers bend
She held her color, held her ground

to whispers singing
there is hope for thy
there is hope for thy
there is hope for thy

Darkness in sunlight and rain
Hurt on memories
Seeping laughter upon reflection
Pond full of

Marching side by side
We carry on
Her voice on the wind
above blossoming four o’clock

There is hope for thy
to whispers singing
I seen her fly as the sparrow
above scattered ashes

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