What's out there but a sheet, waiting for new notes.
A stave with a treble clef, no rhythm yet sewed.
Brave movements burning from behind the walls,
Lyric upon lyric, spinning towards a greater cause.
All that is waiting to be plucked into life,
A melancholic tune creating such instant delight.
What's out there but snapshots of everybodies song,
Listen to the words telling you to where you belong.
A first step,a page turner, a warm embrace,
All out there, the treasure for you to chase.
What's out there but a person that you don't yet know.
They will touch you, might hurt you but help you to grow.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
What's out there but a sheet, waiting for new notes.
A stave with a treble clef, no rhythm yet sewed.
Brave movements burning from behind the walls,
Lyric upon lyric, spinning towards a greater cause.
All that is waiting to be plucked into life,
A melancholic tune creating such instant delight.
What's out there but snapshots of everybodies song,
Listen to the words telling you to where you belong.
A first step,a page turner, a warm embrace,
All out there, the treasure for you to chase.
What's out there but a person that you don't yet know.
They will touch you, might hurt you but help you to grow.
