Time is nothing but a word
At the sound of the singing bird
The world could stop
The clock would still tick
A dying day
Becomes a golden beauty
The dawn
A rising magnificence
The singing bird
Weaves a tear
Into all beating hearts
He alone
Has the voice to match
Heavens sweet angels
No day will pass
Where he fails
To melt a frozen soul
Light glows
From his shining eyes
Like starlight
From the ocean of life
His angelic voice
A faraway sound
Echoes hope
To every corner of the world
The day the singing-bird voice dies
Will be the day hope for the world dies too
For no hope lives a second
Without the singing bird














Comments
"Light glows
From his shining eyes
Like starlight
From the ocean of life"
I'd make that all one stanza, I think it fits better that way. Other than that, it was good, but I don't think it's your best. Definitely not bad at all though.
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