Let your fingers be unfrozen,
Restring your instrument,
Forget the shadows and minors,
Forget the dark distortion,
Untangle the strings of your heart,
Let the song of sorrow you are singing
Be replaced by Love’s sweet strumming,
Stop wishing for a shadow,
This shadow can never satisfy,
Only the perfect tune of another’s heart
Can fill your quiet emptiness,
You allow yourself to play but a whisper,
A murmur of your potential,
What a shame!
What a waste!
Why do you deny love’s true resonance?
Why do you ignore the happy
Hum on the horizon?
Open the door,
Wind sweeping in will blow away
The tear stained pages,
They will be forgotten
For a new composure,
A new song
Written by a new soul.
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