The Gift
Music is the flood gate to emotion.
A reflection of the lyrics it encompasses
conveying the sense of anything that comes to heart.
What I wouldn't give for that gift.
That ability that so sweetly stimulates the senses
or what so mercilessly destroys them.
The power to move my world or to shatter it within the sanctity of a piece of paper
dabbed with the systematic stains of hope and love
or of fear and doubt.
What I wouldn't give for that gift.
The gift of song that could bring you to tears
and just as easily lead you to cry on my shoulder,
purging your soul of all it's hatred
and refining to bring your love to me.
How I could touch you and my surrounding humanity
just as the melodies of others have so touched me.
And with that, I could die satisfied,
contented to know I fulfilled my soul's one passionate purpose:
to bring my affections together
just to pull your heart strings apart.
And my inner turmoil will have ceased
and I could finally be at peace with myself.
What I wouldn't give for that gift
to purify your souls with something so innocent
and to close my eyes and breathe my last
with a clear mind and no regrets.
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