These sad thoughts I have
These sad notes I write
I can't assure if I'm right
But for sure I'm pulling a string.
Every second, every minute that passes
As the clock ticks and time travels
As pilots fly
My pieces will fly, and never crash,
My works will land safely;
Filling empty hearts and strengthening weak minds.
My notes will play along melodious strings,
Broken notes from broken thoughts, will mend shattered hearts.
© Oku Cobham