Call Of The Flute


Where, where are my mornings?
Where are my happy days?
Where, where is my shining sun?
Where are friends of mine?
Why did the sun go down on Bosnia?
Where did my morning dawn?
There’s no song, and there’s no happiness
All the tears won’t wash my pain away

(Volunteered with healing hands in Bosnia 1997-1998-1999)
Bill Underwood

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