Have All The Songs Been Written
My pen is drawn to words not mine
In search of thoughts that say
How much your love has meant to me
In oh, so many ways.
To write a song for you alone
Is what I try to do.
But words unsaid are hard to find
To say how I love you.
Each now and then, I seem to find
A special word or two,
But closer looks in old songbooks
Find words meant just for you.
The words that say what your love means
Are there for all to see.
Oh (Girl), I wish with all my heart
Those words had come from me.
Have all the songs been written?
Have all the words been said?
Must I depend on someone else?
Or can I look ahead?
To words unsung to say the things
My words cannot fulfill?
If the song has not been written
Then Girl, I know I will.