Monday, January 25, 2010

His fingers stroke those keys
And every note says please
And every cord says, turn my way
Hearing that music play
Starts to change everything
Like sweet southern angels sing
The tune of a new life rings in my ears
A certain kind of love, lingers here
Haunting me
Taunting me
And I ask myself,
Why can't I sing it too?

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