I cannot hear the story in
These creaking wooden halls
Not sense the pain and joy within
The crumbling stonework walls
And so I step into the light
And listen once again
To hear the tale of moonlit night
True now as it was then
I cannot hear the story in
These creaking wooden halls
Not sense the pain and joy within
The crumbling stonework walls
And so I step into the light
And listen once again
To hear the tale of moonlit night
True now as it was then
A Poem A Day 