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And what of me
Am I to be that musician
That can sing no song
Am I to be that musician
That can share no joy
Why …..
Why can’t I cry
Why can’t I sing
Why can’t I sing those songs
That shape life
With their melodic flowing lines
Why am I to be that musician
That can sing no song
Am I to forever float aimlessly
Am I to be that melody
That can find no sounding board
Upon which to echo it’s thoughts
Am I to be that song
That can find no voice
That would vocalize it
Giving it vent
Giving it shape
Giving it purpose
Am I to be that musician
With no song to sing
With no hope
with no dream
Am I to be that musician
With teardrops
That will not fall
Or with a smile
That will never be seen
Am to be that song
That is not heard
That is not shared
Am I to be that musician
That has a song
That just desires to be
But must live it’s life
In a silent prison
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