THE ANNUAL SHOW (THAT WILL ALWAYS RETURN)
Written by Sara So Far

 

One of our singers here

has become rather shy

Summing up all her fears

she timidly passes by

 

Next on comes and sheds his tears

over all the things that die

Falling down hard he clears

broken soil as we sigh

 

Then the next voice we hear

sings her melody, she sings it way up high

Tells us to learn to wait patiently, quietly

Closes our hands and our eyes with her comforting song

Her song…

 

Winning the prize all covered with white

she covers us where we lie

 

One more hand and a cheer

for the last one in line

Springing up right in here

brightens this heart of mine

 

Takes up the task to revive what was lost

Pays for the show, pays in colours for every cost made

For the sake of life

 

©2014 Sara So Far