Song, oh song,
provide release.
These walls,
they so oppress.
Allow me hear colors
I’ve never
seen before.
Help ease this pain
so deep within.
Softly whisper
someone loves me,
loves me as
I really am.
Song, oh song,
please take my hand.
Lead me forward.
Tell me things
I’ve never known.
Teach me ways
I’ve yet to be.
Help me believe
I’m not as worthless
as I sometimes
think I am.
Song, oh song,
your voice so strong,
your tones so vivid.
My heart does lift.
I’ve urge to dance.
Your harmonies belie
all the world’s
cacophonies.
You give me hope
of long sought
quiet peace.
Song, oh song,
I hear the wind.
I feel the cold.
I tremble now
as chords
approach resolve.
I weep to hear
your voice
on fade.
Still, I dream.
The charm
you’ve wrought
resides within.
Song, oh song,
I’ve heard
you once.
I shan’t forget.
I pray to hear
your offspring
soldier on,
bring forth another song
that begs release
from walls of hurt,
inspires hope
of prolonged peace
we all will savor
unto our very ends.
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Monday, March 12th, 2018
Kingman
AZ
USA
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