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I wrote this for you, the words that I’d say
It’s because that I knew, I couldn’t be there today This day that is yours when your life did start And ever you come so close to my heart I never know what to make of with you This truest of songs is ever so true The one who inspires, the one to desire, The one who inflames my heart Whenever my words come closer to you, We’re never that far apart Your song is a dance and I’ve learned it well So sure that I was I’d be lost in your spell Never to rhyme, to risk, or to reason But gifts have a way of parting the season And skies that have opened on heads newborn Are thanked by the children of all the day’s scorn And it’s a gift not worth so much now Maybe someday I’ll be famous somehow Then you can say his words there are mine And sing in a voice that’s always in time Come rain, or come snow, or come sickness in bed I’ll never get your song out of my head.
© Copyright 2004 Sean Bishop (UN: failedpoet at Writing.Com).
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