I have a song which my soul sings
Almost all the time, I frown,
For new sounds with it, it always brings
when I try to write it down.
within my tameless mind
Each attempt itself's profound;
weaving through signature time till the melodies unbound.
the way it always comes out wrong-
Is something I can’t change;
So I listen again, for My Song
though each new sound is strange.
And so it tolls forever,
with an echo of real love-
and effortlessly somehow it's always been
what I’m dreaming of.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
I have a song which my soul sings
Almost all the time, I frown,
For new sounds with it, it always brings
when I try to write it down.
within my tameless mind
Each attempt itself's profound;
weaving through signature time till the melodies unbound.
the way it always comes out wrong-
Is something I can’t change;
So I listen again, for My Song
though each new sound is strange.
And so it tolls forever,
with an echo of real love-
and effortlessly somehow it's always been
what I’m dreaming of.
