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He came thus

He came thus
He went thus
Unknown and unsung
He came thus
Flowers burst forth at his every step
He went thus
Flowers drooped at his every step
He came thus
His voice filled the air with song
He went thus
Silence brimmed with the still song
It rang the bell in every heart
He came thus
He went thus
Unknown and unsung

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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A Song For My Funeral

A Song For My Funeral

when they buried him
a young boy
in a cardboard box
somewhere in the green mountain
there was a song nobody knew
there was a song
unknown and unsung

I know the song
it has been silent for many years
buried in an unmarked grave
a dead boy does not age

I shall be writing the song
for my funeral to come
it will be there
for you to sing
wherever you are

Suchoon Mo
- Lucid Rhythms, issue 2, June 2008 -

poem by Suchoon Mo_
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Voice Of The Heart

(j.t.stanley/john bettis/b.roberts)
Sometimes when your world seems so big and real
You may run to the shelter of walls
Sometimes you may wish
You could be like your shadow
It fits wherever it falls
Whenever the nights too deep to find
And the morning is too far away
Wherever you are
Theres always a star to guide the way
There to guide the way
If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We all will find an answer
In the voice of the heart
Tonight if a dream should come to your sleep
With a picture you dont wanna see
Go where it leads, from secret to secret
You are what you want to be
Whenever the sun refuses to shine
And you cant chase the storm clouds away
Wherever you are theres always a star to guide the way
There to guide the way
If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We all will find an answer
In the voice of the heart
Living in a private world
There are times when its hard to break through
So dont give up
Each time you hurt youve got nothing to lose
Theres a voice inside of you
If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We all will find an answer
In the voice of the heart
If you listen long enough
(listen)
If you dream it strong enough
(dream it)
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We will find the answer
In the voice of the heart
If you listen long enough
(long enough)
If you dream it strong enough
(strong enough)
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We will find an answer
In the voice of the heart
If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
In the voice
In the voice of the heart
We will find the answer
Like a song too long unsung

song performed by by Diana Ross
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Unsung In Your Eyes

Rising to the challenge
Tough boys always appeal
With a little bit of orange
With a little bit of blue
Im gonna fix you up
Bring out the best in you
Im going to empty myself out
Hollowed of pride and alone
Filled in with with myself
The courage will be my own
But still I falter
Your hands know not my own
Its not that my body is overlooked
My soul is just unknown
And I cry myself to sleep
It should come as no surprise
Ive tailored myself to fit your needs
Still I am unsung in your eyes
Still I am unsung in your eyes
[performed on lauren hutton show.]

song performed by by Jewel
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I Like Unsung Heroes

'Tis of the unsung heroes I wish to hear
Their names in the newspapers never appear
They don't seek the praise and they don't seek the fame
They keep a low profile few know them by name.

Like the teenager who saved the young girl from the house fire
About him there is so much for to admire
To save someone else's life he did risk his own
Yet the anonymous hero remains as unknown.

Her parents wish to thank him the one they do not know
But for the deserved plaudits he has failed for to show
For to bask in the limelight does not seem his way
As an anonymous unsung hero he would prefer to stay.

I like unsung heroes though unsung they remain
From their acts of unselfishness and bravery they do not wish to gain
Like the teenage house fire hero he surely is brave
The life of a five year old girl he did save.

poem by Francis Duggan
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A Prayer For The Sad Ones

I watch cut flowers droop and die
Right in my cozy room
And thoughts arise of homeless men
Who lost their childhood's bloom

There was a time when each of them
Was innocent and young
They may have had a parent, too
Now lost, unknown, unsung

But soon their paths began to twist
In hardship's brutal strife
And bit by bit they came undone
Skid row was now their life

My hope is that a seed or two
From flowers dropp to earth
And that the miracle of growth
Will sprout a brand new birth

Could it be, too, that one sad soul
Whose days are filled with dread
Might one day reach for wings of grace
And grab faith's golden thread?

I watch cut flowers droop and die
Right in my cozy room
And thoughts arise of homeless men
Who lost their childhood's bloom.

poem by Liilia Talts Morrison
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A Wedding-Song

I said: 'My heart, now let us sing a song
For a fair lady on her wedding-day;
Some solemn hymn or pretty roundelay,
That shall be with her as she goes along
To meet her joy, and for her happy feet
Shall make a pleasant music, low and sweet.'

Then said my heart: 'It is right bold of thee
To think that any song that we could sing
Would for this lady be an offering
Meet for such gladness as hers needs must be,
What time she goes to don her bridal ring,
And her own heart makes sweetest caroling.'

And so it is that with my lute unstrung,
Lady, I come to greet thy wedding-day;
But once, methinks, I heard a poet say,
The sweetest songs remain for aye unsung.
So mine, unsung, at thy dear feet I lay,
And with a 'Peace be with you!' go my way.

poem by John White Chadwick
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Nicole Weir

Into this world
Born quiet and sweet.
So gracious and cute
No one can dispute.
Just like her Mother
And she like her Mother before.
Inquisitive, aggressive
But humble whom others adore.
No one can imagine
What her future can bring
But regardless of her problems
I know she will lift her voice
And continue to sing.
A song filled with comfort
A song filled with love.
A song filled with joy
A song filled with peace.
A song from the heart
A song sent from above.

poem by Cecelia Weir
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The Song Within Me

There lives a Song within me
There exists a melody in me
I am pregnant of a special Song
This Song energizes my soul
The echo is eternal
Many hears Him
Few believe His lyrics
Few elects enjoy listening to Him
The sound is sonorous
The percussion is melodious
He is unique and distinct
The lines are not composed by man
But divinely arranged
To bring succour to the hopeless
This Song is the eternal Rock
Mountains are thrashed by my Song
Boisterous storms are quietened by my Song
He enlivens my spirit
He is an everlasting Song
Who ever does not know this Song
Is bereft of the incandescent Light
Without the Song
Life is unsung
So, join me to sing my Song
My Song is Jesus Christ.

poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Unknown

This unknown figure...
This unknown place...
Where am I at anyways?
This unknown feeling that I have,
This unknown pain inside;
I can't run away from.

Unknown heart, Unknown soul,
All unknown and all gone.
Sadden by all of this and all that's left..
Is me with no feeling...
I'm gone and lost and can't find a way out!

I'm an unknown person,
And an unknown girl who can't be seen.
I'm invisible, I'm a nobody,
I'm an unknown figure to people.
I'm gone forever and ever...right?

poem by Jessica Lee
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At A Poet's Grave

When I leave down this pipe my friend
And sleep with flowers I loved, apart,
My songs shall rise in wilding things
Whose roots are in my heart.

And here where that sweet poet sleeps
I hear the songs he left unsung,
When winds are fluttering the flowers
And summer-bells are rung.

poem by Francis Ledwidge
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My Song

This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like
the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of
blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in
your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with
aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will
transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is
over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry
your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in
your living heart.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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That Song

That song is the one
We always sing along
You and me together
It makes us two into one.

That song is the only
That doesn't make me feel lonely
It brings tears to my face
The sadness I cannot brace.

That song is my favorite
It brings tears to my eyes
I sing it to babies
As a lullaby.

That song is beautiful
So pure and true
It always reminds me of you
The song that makes me blue.

poem by Unknown Unknown
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To A Cricket

Voice of summer, keen and shrill,
Chirping round my winter fire,
Of thy song I never tire,
Weary others as they will,
For thy song with summer's filled -
Filled with sunshine, filled with June;
Firelight echo of that noon
Heard in fields when all is stilled
In the golden light of May,
Bringing scents of new-mown hay,
Bees, and birds, and flowers away,
Prithee, haunt my fireside still,
Voice of summer, keen and shrill.

poem by William Cox Bennett
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Step Into These Shoes

Step into these shoes feel this heart
Step into these shoes they might fit you
See through these eyes might be the same view
If Id lived through the same things as you
Id share the laughs, and cry the tears that you do
Chorus
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step into these shoes no reason to fight
Look into m mind it might fit you
Act out this part is it so different to you
Even if we dont ever agree
The only difference is cosmetically
Step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step in step into these shoes and feel this heart
Just feel my heart it beats with you
We float downstream in the same canoe
You might find the ocean faster than me
But Ill see it eventually
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Oh feel this heart please feel it
Step into these shoes and feel this heart oh feel
This heart please feel it
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step in step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight anymore
Feel this heart oh feel it
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight

song performed by by Howard Jones
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Your Hero

The heroes of the masses they live for their renown
And the masses create their heroes and then drag their heroes down
And the masses are unpredictable they change from day to day
And some of their heroes like the Autumn flowers are quick to fade away.

Yet there are millions of unsung heroes and they live on every street
And every day a hero I feel privileged to meet
True heroes male and female yet by the masses unsung
The World is full of heroes of heroes old and young.

Some heroes of the masses are arrogant and proud
And their egos over-swollen from the adulation of the crowd
But give me the unsung heroes who go their own quiet way
Who out of the kindness of their hearts perform one good deed every day.

Many heroes of the masses are not heroes to me
Though every day I walk the street some true hero I do see
Your hero is chauffeur driven and drinks the most expensive wine
And you can have your hero but your hero isn't mine.

poem by Francis Duggan
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I could see myself in a white nurse's uniform, working unnoticed for many years and at last dying, unknown, unmarried and unsung.

quote by Kate Smith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We The Mob Obscene

Let your hair down - Step outside
Open your eyes to the song of the world
O wonder unsung
We the young are restless
Found in chaotic distress - fondling the memory of messy scenes
We the mob obscene
We the kings unseen
Suckling upon the mammary of life's lost caress.
We who know the way to grow beneath a blanket snow.

This place was never meant for us
Where is the land we were promised?
Where is the voice who promised us?

I could cry in thinking - Some die in sinking.

My finger on the crimson trigger
My figure of a diamond digger

It is I who bears the Christ child across the ocean of eternity
It is I who have seen all that is unseen in the flare of emotions raging.

poem by David Lacey
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Take This Step

take this step
of fragility
follow me
inside myself

my inner voice
shall be
your inner voice

my echo
shall be
your echo

take this
step now
take this
offer of
an imitation

this & this
and that

that which
which makes
you me and
you
too me

this step
to oneness
of silence
and bliss

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Burning Flower

You never know a flower,
A flower you know is alive,
Somewhere hidden in a huge land,
A song still unsung,
You know that flower for sure,
Still you never care about,
A flower for that reason is gonna burn,
Before you say a careless-whisper,
And before you ever look upon it,
Its gonna burn more and more,
And may burn until that moment,
When its leaves shreaded off,
A final place to rest for it,
And i wonder everyday,
Ever dreams come true?
And nobody knows where the flower is,
You need to find it somehow,
And you need to say a care-less whisper,
For never the reason a null aspect,
For a special care you wanna give,
And i am the song still unsung,
And now i am singing some phrases for you,
And that flower is waiting,
Waiting espiacially for you,
Though you never know,
Before anything else,
That flower will burn off forever,
And never to come in your sight anymore,
Lovely saying this may be,
A flower lives for some reason,
And though its already cut away,
Put into something we hold in our hands,
Still it lives on,
Cries it is you don't know,
Because it is so lonely,
Never and ever he wants to die,
Still he must die,
To balance the energies of god,
That is something a life pal,
And my friend this is life,
Where there are limitless flowers,
Waiting to be gone forever,
To be fading into the place,
There they do not belong i tell yaa,
Living on others you are,
And never to find a flower for real,
Until it vanishes off by burning bright...
True isen't it dear?
Love is now you know,
Burning day after day,
And burning everyday,
Nobody loves it like you do,
I know and he knows too...

Tushar ;)

poem by Tushar Arora
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The sing of song

it's a song without title
a song without word
a song without sound

a song in our eyes
a song in our ears
a song in our hands
a song in our feet

We are singing the song
without title
a nameless song
It's a distant song
It's a future song

A song who says:
beyond future, beyond distances,
beyond nothing, beyond always

a song in a single colour
that we don't see

many colours
much colours
unknown colours

this was
a song of your mother
a song of your grandmothers
a song of one very old woman

Sleep, sleep my little love
Dream, dream my little love
when you close open your wide eyes

poem by Jean Francois Le Goff
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