Sometimes,
Words aren't the only cure to the brokenness we feel inside.
Sometimes,
Notes connecting to one another
Forming the words we can't always speak
Are all we need to hear to save us.
So even though
There are words I'd like to scream,
Scream so loud you'll hear from night until day,
I'll pick up my saving grace.
I'll let the plucking of the strings soothe me, calming the storm inside,
Allowing the tune to carry me
To that familiar home
My only escape
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