Who is that yet that does not ask the question?
What creates the soul within, what makes us yearn,
What transfers through without a single mention
Yet incessantly incites our heart to burn?
A willowy waver of the neck and head,
A vibration that travels the length of me,
And a mind enlightened by the words you said;
Yet I feel that your brilliance, you're blind to see.
So, I hope, only that I'm allowed to say
All that my voice can find the courage to speak.
I'll sit and dream about my life for today--
But tomorrow a new beginning I seek.
A key to find the piece to complete your whole:
A positive introspection of your soul.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
Who is that yet that does not ask the question?
What creates the soul within, what makes us yearn,
What transfers through without a single mention
Yet incessantly incites our heart to burn?
A willowy waver of the neck and head,
A vibration that travels the length of me,
And a mind enlightened by the words you said;
Yet I feel that your brilliance, you're blind to see.
So, I hope, only that I'm allowed to say
All that my voice can find the courage to speak.
I'll sit and dream about my life for today--
But tomorrow a new beginning I seek.
A key to find the piece to complete your whole:
A positive introspection of your soul.
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