Bring lights with your voice
A colorful, soft noise
Spoken under breath
Concentrate to hear
Under the sound of the world
Musically inclined
When you think no one is listening
Or maybe you don't even notice
But I hear your voice
From the corner of my eyes
I hear you coloring the world
Bringing color to this drab place
Always inside the lines
Filling pages with a future
With the radio or
the hum of the road
The tires droning on
As the road passes along
And we along it
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
Bring lights with your voice
A colorful, soft noise
Spoken under breath
Concentrate to hear
Under the sound of the world
Musically inclined
When you think no one is listening
Or maybe you don't even notice
But I hear your voice
From the corner of my eyes
I hear you coloring the world
Bringing color to this drab place
Always inside the lines
Filling pages with a future
With the radio or
the hum of the road
The tires droning on
As the road passes along
And we along it
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