Beautiful? Maybe
Beautiful? Maybe
Always thinking of the right words to say
It would have been clearer if I said it my way
Every move is in need of some thought
Always unsure if they get it or not…
I hear the echoes of a sound so far away
I just don’t understand a single word they say
I move closer so that I can hear,
But when I do the words disappear…
I see the traces of a picture I have dreamed
But when I looked it wasn’t what it seemed
Cause every time I let it go
I’m left with nothing but an empty show
I looked searched and searched and there at
last I found..
A wondrous place with beautiful sound
There I have found the truth that set me free
It wasn’t far; it’s as plain as can be
All so amazing, it’s just inside of me.
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