There are corners of my heart
Where deepest thoughts decend
And soft on evenings chart,
I whisper to the wind.
Of dreams that are my very own,
In the future and the past,
Of twilights and music I have known,
And happy summers that didn't last.
Though I dipped my pen in gold
I could never express a part
Of the many dreams untold
From the corners of my heart.
Secrets too deep to impart
Sorrows much too sad to mend,
No one listens to my heart,
So I whisper to the wind.
Now I wonder with afterthought,
About sharing love and cupid's dart,
For surley there are more thoughts
To fill the corners of my heart.
( Tx-Tater 1999 )
