Stories Left Unsaid - Bao Binh
Under the glow of autumn's end
He shares a story he tries to mend
Of lost youth and broken dreams
Of sunny days now split at the seams
Stories left unsaid
Pain of a world he's left for dead
Yet she listens with eager eyes
As if his past could turn to skies
A childhood wrapped in distant sound
Where laughter fades and hopes abound
He spins his tales with voices soft
And feels the warmth begin to waft
For the first time he's seen, he's heard
And finds strength in each stumbled word
Stories left unsaid
Pain of a world he's left for dead
Yet she listens with eager eyes
As if his past could turn to skies
For the first time he's seen, he's heard
And finds strength in each stumbled word
Stories left unsaid
In memories he thought long dead
