Let The Song Become Old

Let the song become old before it's all gone life tones many fold cannoning through Fall's sun; wishful are the days that never had their time turning tide's ways past their wake and prime. Let their song be found in their chorus line tones to come around like new days of sunshine; give a tune a listen its melody of beauty through times glisten for something more to be. let the song become old before it's all gone. Its beauty is untold if no one listens on. Its beauty is untold if no one listens on!