Orchestra
gently as you caress my inner soul
with the harp of your fingertips
which keeps playing the soft melodies as you strum
you say your a soul man
in which i feels the gists and jives
like the same old record continues to play
you say your a soul man
giving me runs ive never heard of
and as our voices heightens
we become enlightened
to an orchestra
that adjusts the tempo
setting the mood
for love
as we trust our bodies
to function with the organs
god created us with
not a time to question our actuality
but just to stay in harmony
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