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I am....Scholarship


They say we get better with age

like a fine wine, we grow more divine

I have learned to control the stage

From the age of four, I've wanted nothing more

Nothing more than to take a mind

A mind that is confused

Nothing more than to take a heart

A heart that is bruised 

Nothing more than to take a soul

A soul that is blue

And sing them an uplifting tune

A tune that will make them swoon

Swoon at the thought of love

Acceptance

Hope

Happiness

I can picture doing nothing else

I am, what I am

A healer

A lover

A dreamer

A believer

I am a musician

 

 

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