You belong to the lyric,
you give life the words
You belong where before you did not,
you most need to be heard
You belong to the meaning,
you stare into the dark
You belong to what’s not of this world,
you rechristen the stark
You belong to what’s promised,
you the master of rhyme
You belong to the choices you’ve made,
you the prophet of time
You belong to the morning,
you emblazon the night
You belong to those voices that call,
—you belong to the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
You belong to the lyric,
you give life the words
You belong where before you did not,
you most need to be heard
You belong to the meaning,
you stare into the dark
You belong to what’s not of this world,
you rechristen the stark
You belong to what’s promised,
you the master of rhyme
You belong to the choices you’ve made,
you the prophet of time
You belong to the morning,
you emblazon the night
You belong to those voices that call,
—you belong to the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
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