Ellen Bartlett

WHO IS THERE TO HEAR

No one reads my thoughts,
No one hears this music in my heart.
No one sees my tears,
No one looks into my eyes to meet my soul.
No one says hello with a smile…
No one, no one cares to lend a hand.

The wind rushes in, the storm rages on,
But no one hears, no one listens.

Time wraps its arms around my heart,
And whispers to be still…listen.
Love floats down on a feather
Swirling round my feet…feel.
Faith comes rushing in like the tide,
Washing doubt and fear deep in the sand…believe.

The wind rushes in, the storm rages on…
Will you hear? Will you listen?

- Ellen Louise Bartlett (C) 2008