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Thoughts of a Musician

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posted on Apr, 29 2009 @ 08:56 PM
I know this song,
I've heard this tune,
The melody so haunting
Reaching out it's clutching fingers
Just to grasp my heart
and tear it up with the words.
The weeping guitar
Whines out a story
That you close your eyes to
Because you don't want to see
Your own soul
Bared before you.
It speaks words in your head
Making sense
And seeping into your core.
The spotlight burns through
Your flesh and bone
Exposing every inch.
This is it.
Play with your soul,
Leave it raw and bleeding
So that it can heal
And everyone can watch
Or play with nothing,
No connection
And make their worlds bleak.All your mask falls away
And everyone knows who you are.
A soul
An Angel
A song to be sung.
Music is in the wind
In the cars in the street
In a babbling brook
The howl of a wolf.
You can't escape
You don't want to.

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