the lyrical miracle

Dreaming death within

My restless infant sleep

Wearing scars beneath

My skin, so cracked, so deep

I learned to cry 

before I ever knew how

For with me came the 

rocking of the salty waters' bounty

The home I knew decorated

With a paddle on the wall

But in the house of friends,

Love and laughter filled the halls

Fear and quiet rage

The only noises in my head

I could not hear the quiet calls

Of joy for I was deafened

I’ve got one more song to write and

Another 10 to sell

I was wondering if you

Could help me sell one to myself?

If we listen to the rhythm

Then we may not hear the words

Can you turn it up, turn it up

For I am sounding quite absurd

The song that I was born to sing
and the dance I never learned to swing
Shame's filter sheltered me from these-
the dreams I never dared to dream

The love you gave to me, so sweet

Changed everything I thought was real

When you whispered secrets I never knew

My heart opened, wanting to be well

But staying here was not your thing

They made you go away

You never told me how to swallow this

You were gone and life was never the same

And we had one more song to write and

Another 6 to sell

Can you show me how to clear the shelves

And find another tale to tell?

The cords are always changing

My fingers just can’t keep it up

Maybe if you listen you can

Tell me what is not enough

With one more song to write

And another two to sell

Can we listen with our hearts

Cause my eyes have now gone deaf

It’s that fear within my head

That drowns the sweetest sights

Can you tell me that you’re buying so

I can sell it to myself?

In the holding of the leaking pen
on crumpled paper flow the lyrics
I was wondering if you could
sing to me the jingle of your miracle

When love and light became your harmony
And you walked unscathed, through fiery heat
Oh, play for me the chord that cracked the seed
For your heat alone, so beautiful, will surely set me free

I have
Just one
more song

To write…