There are songs that make you smile
Others make you cry
Many make you dream
Some make you hide with fear
There are songs I play when I am alone
Songs I play when I think of you
Others when you are here
Those I have written in my heart
There are songs that cut me deep
Bleeding my soul dry
Those are the songs I sing
When you are no longer here
Songs are the joy of life
The words that are written inside
For all to see
Not hear
Walker
Saturday, July 19, 2008
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