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A Song Again

By Wil C. Fry, Jan. 26, 2005, 22:40

Copyright © 2005 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


A song that was quiet
In my hardened heart
A song that has been unheard
Is now squeaking, creaking, leaking
From me again

Kept in a tomb
A dark and freezing room
Locked, shocked and blocked
The strings were dusty
And musty and rusty

Then came a clanging
Then a banging
As the locks were broken
The doors thrown open
"Is that the light of day?"

A clearing of the throat
A bridge across the moat
Opening the eyes
(Still crying inside)
And... YES! I'm singing!

It took an inspiration
You could say a revelation
Turns to jubilation
Could there be a reason?
Yes. She is.



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