nodes of String

nodes of string strum low and high
need some new feathered wings to fly
for my flights gone be high and long
and also need to hear sound of gong
Oh! they sing so well loud and clear
In flight that's what I want to hear

they don't sing often, neither I fly
but don't want miss them in the sky
I hear their rhythmic dreams beat
wings cripple in their moments heat
Oh lord, let me fly and let me hear
sound of the gong is just too dear

what shall I choose between the two
either passion or love, have no clue
who do Icall now to make this choice
who is the one to head to my voice
Oh heart you are the target of hunt
and you have to bear choice's brunt