A Songs True Power
When we speak, it shall be only in songs, bursting in life and love it belongs, to the speaker of
songs, the heart that is gone, the warmth that spreads beneath our bed sheets,
Speak in song, for stories are to played out, worn down, trampled, there is no rhythm to
stories,
The push and pull, the push and pull, the aching throb, the ocean of emotion, stories.. They
don't own this, for songs speak out in the darkness when there is no light, boldly treading into
narrow spaces like the souls of might, beating on against the rain, making an appearance,
Where stories wait for an end, an unidentified conclusion that will satisfy those left in the
dust, songs tread into darkness, creating their own endings, and beginnings, but not in
stories, in songs,
The beginnings of a new and unexplored song, waiting to be sung.
- Trey Capello
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