You think you have heard this before…

You think you have heard this before…
And you try to sing along….

Deep in those dark eyes…the moisture is spreading….
Seeping into every brick of the wall that was once built…

The song that you hum today…. the song you want to sing along…
As the raindrops pour in…. and the breeze that fills the room….

The corridor that leads to the room…moans with the thunder…
The thunder that rocks the breeze…as the breeze tries to break free….

The broken frames…that cracked up all the dreams….
The dreams that were woven…but never stitched together….

Wrecked wood that once furnished the room…sobs in one corner…
The song and its rhythm…want you to sing along…

Those hands that were once held…those eyes that once met…
Those lips that kissed good mornings…and good nights…

The wrinkles on the bed-spread…the damp pillows…
The scent of all the love that was made…wants you to sing along….

So, if you think you’ve heard this before…
And you want to sing along…

Open those lips that once kissed good mornings…and good nights…
And just sing along….