She sings...

[Punkablood]

The weasel sighed.She lay in a patch of soft grass, the sun shining bright above her, small fluffy cotton like clouds blotching the sky. A slight breeze ruffled her headfur as she sat staring at the changing leaves all around her, she saw the flowers and smiled. A tear streaked down her cheek as she soaked in all around her, sometimes she might seem airheaded or unfeeling, but for what it's worth, she could be philosphical. Sometimes the hurt doesn't go away, and sometimes we all have to let go. This was one of those times. Punka cleared her trhoat and let the opening notes of a song flow freely from her lips, her vioce gaining in strength as the sob left her vioce.

"Far away in a far off land,
There's a child who loves to sing
She opens up her fragile heart,
Her song, it takes wing

She sings
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala,
Lalalalalalalala
lalala

On the grass,
On the cool green grass.
That's been her's since she could run
She lies with hair open like a fan
In the warm summer sun

She sings,
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala,
Lalalalalalalala
lalala...

She lies with hair open like a fan...
She lies with hair open like a fan...
She lies with hair open like a fan...

She cries for light when the day is done
For she fears what night may bring,
She cries for those who have never loved
And those who never...

Sing...



(OOC: Sing link, if you want to hear it, tell me if it doesn't work... www.freewebs.com/aldenmhera/Track18.cda)

[springblade]

Springblade was strolling in the gardens. He heard the wonderful notes. He rushed about trying to find the beast who voice was like the larks on a spring morning. He saw Punka laying there. He walked over to her."Hello miss. Was that you issuing those nice notes?"

[Punkablood]

Punka took a deep breath to compose herself and then sat up, "why, yes, muisic is my bit, 'at for sure."

[springblade]

"I love music also but I'm horrible at singing. But please continue."

[Punkablood]

"Music of any kind is what I care about, through and through. Tis a cleansing process for me, 'elps me get through things... Any'ay. I was finished, but I suppose there's another song in me if you like..."

[springblade]

"If you feel up to it marm. Don't want you to lose your bally ole voice now. Wot?"

[Punkablood]

Punka sighed,"I don't think that'll be happening." she said with a faint smile, then she took several deep breaths and cleared her throat, starting softly


May your life be filled with song.
And may your friends all sing along.
May your heart be true and strong.
May you always have a song.

May your life be filled with love.
May the sun always shine above.
Go in peace just like a dove.
May you always have a song.

May music be a part
of a joy within your heart.
May you feel it deep within your soul.
May the gentle harmony
of a tender melody
make your spirit whole.

May your life be filled with song.
And may your friends all sing along.
Go in peace just like a dove.
May you always have a song.
May you always have a song.

[springblade]

"That was buetiful Punkablood."