It is the image of vision
If only i’d ave listened
Catching a word or maybe two
I couldn’t hear the voice of you
The silent noise of grey
Doesn’t happen everyday
Catching music played by ear
But what is it I really hear?
De Ja Vu or coincidence?
Was I there or in the distance?
Did I really hear what you said
Or was it all just in my head?
I know I knows a thing or twos
The gifts of walking in my shoes
But sometimes find it hard to pace
This life it runs, is not a race