There is something within me
something I cannot say
the song of my soul steps forward
but I cannot translate it today
This song moves within me,
of love and choice and grief,
it stabs and bleeds my mind,
a sword without a sheath
The song of my soul is true
each of us finds it in time
yet until that fateful day
this poet struggles with her rhyme
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
There is something within me
something I cannot say
the song of my soul steps forward
but I cannot translate it today
This song moves within me,
of love and choice and grief,
it stabs and bleeds my mind,
a sword without a sheath
The song of my soul is true
each of us finds it in time
yet until that fateful day
this poet struggles with her rhyme
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