The endless sound of song rings with the grace of light
The muse of song grazed my hands, asking for chapters
Yet to come
Filling the air of grace and love, filling my lungs with pride and shame
The song cleansed my impure soul, freed me from the ties of hearts
Life can begin a chapter of new
Reflections of the past. so clear so old still haunt this very soul
Lessons were taught, and lessons were learned
This new chapter will burn, but I will still hold.
The muse of song burns with me
The burning song of life must be heard
The muse won’t let me waste a song
The endless song holds all songs
My song wont be a waste
so keep the song endless
for I want to hear your song