The End Of A Long, Long Song (April 30)

The end of a long, long song
and the voices and the souls
just want to carry on.

They want to be free and be set free.
They want to be released.

So pack up your sorrows,
as you've got singing to do.
Except that this time we all have to do it, too.

So don't shed more tears.
Use them to sing.

That's the end for the Singing April, folks. Kinda lame, too, but there four or five poems that were kinda cool, if you ask me. Oh well. Thanks for all those who reviewed! I really appreciate it, although I don't really have time to be in the site. I'll see you all in The Withering May.