Unwritten Song
When wading through the crowd I ran into a star...
It’s time to be uncovered - so told me my guitar
Your key is A… But how it feels to be a prime?
We’re talking to eternity. But you are out of time!
Believe, it’s not a call of tribe
Which brought me out and put me through
It’s just unwritten blues of mine who wants so much to sound for you
It is so hard to reach you - it’s making me insane
I’ll morph into a white trace following your plane
And when you safely land - I’ll split into the clouds.
You’re named upon a prayer. I’m summoning aloud.
Believe, it’s not a call of wild
Which brought you out and put you through
It’s just unwritten song of mine who wants so bad to sound for you
Oct 03, 2018
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