Ray

He must dip his quill into my blood to write his songs, Because with every single word he writes, he rights my wrongs. Connected without contact, and our words are unspoken, Still he finds a way to fix me, torn to bits and broken. He strums my heart as his guitar, I'm every chord he'll play, He hums to me beneath the stars, Rests at the break of day, And if tomorrow should be dark, Or paint the sky in grey, I know the sun is never far, My shining light is Ray. He sings my soul in his rich tones that pass across his lips, And as he picks, he mends my wounds with calloused fingertips. He soothes my pain without a touch and shows me how it feels, To be wrapped in his melodies, my weary body heals. He strums my heart as his guitar, I'm every chord he'll play, He hums to me beneath the stars, Rests at the break of day, And if tomorrow should be dark, Or paint the sky in grey, I know the sun is never far, My shining light is Ray. He'll never be my blanket or press his kiss upon my shoulder, But he warms me in a world forever growing colder. I know that it's a sin for me to desire these things, But in his songs, I long to be the "she" of which he sings. He strums my heart as his guitar, I'm every chord he'll play, He hums to me beneath the stars, Rests at the break of day, And if tomorrow should be dark, Or paint the sky in grey, I know the sun is never far, My shining light is Ray.