Standing beneath
a billowing cloud
I stood before you
So sure, so proud

I sang for you,
not for the crowd
And my song was
So clear, so loud

From my heart
I pulled the shroud
And gave to you
All my heart allowed

When the song was done
to you I bowed
Then I put my heart
Back into its shroud

Copyright 2000 Heather Bahnmaier. All Rights Reserved.