She knew not how to begin
Brittle sweat dripping down her skin
Reaching for a gift known as a friend
Blowing sounds through thick and thin
She shared the beauty of the violin
expressing deep hidden thoughts within
Exposing her perfection
The beauty from lack of sin
She sat on the edge of the sore
Gently blow upon without the whisper of a word
Without the sound of a mockingbird
Only blurry sounds she wished was unheard
Music gave her a reason to live
A reason to be brave
It is the reason She forgave
The reason she is a slave
The reason she dug her own grave
Her life would finally began
Running fast toward the sun
But it would still be undone
She would never be forgotten
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
She knew not how to begin
Brittle sweat dripping down her skin
Reaching for a gift known as a friend
Blowing sounds through thick and thin
She shared the beauty of the violin
expressing deep hidden thoughts within
Exposing her perfection
The beauty from lack of sin
She sat on the edge of the sore
Gently blow upon without the whisper of a word
Without the sound of a mockingbird
Only blurry sounds she wished was unheard
Music gave her a reason to live
A reason to be brave
It is the reason She forgave
The reason she is a slave
The reason she dug her own grave
Her life would finally began
Running fast toward the sun
But it would still be undone
She would never be forgotten
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