No one's song

This is no one's song,
This is no one's melody.
No one ever wanted to take a part in this.

It's like a curse, between the lyrics,
Like a monster, lurking between the pages.

It's no one's poem,
It's no one's notes.
Nobody wants that,
Nobody takes it all.

And there's a shade of memory,
A trace for human being.
Once, it could've been everything.

It's no one's song,
It's no one's violin.
No one has ever claimed a thing about it.
It's no one's song,
An empty orchestra.
Stranded instruments everywhere.

No one's song,
No one's melody,
No one's wish,
No one's will.
Let see who will take it,
But no one volunteer.
No one's song,
And no one's tear.

And just the wind blows away,
The pages of this old book,
The wind is strum on the guitars,
And the drums are the rain.

No one's song,
But a natural prayer,
No one's song,
But everyone's shame…