By Joe Guastella
Photography by Kelly Andrews

For all the noise that fills the world There’s little space it seems
That’s left for us to listen to
The sweet song of our dreams.

The tiny wing`ed singer sits
Alone, undaunted, free
The hollows of the lonely night
Ring with her fervent plea.

So raise the drawbridge to your soul
Hold discord at arm’s length
But clear the way into your heart
Let hope renew your strength.

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