The ones that hide in my heart
I play the notes for the people who listen
Yet there is music that will not impart
It stays safely hidden in my bosom
The kind that are made with hard tears
As I laid upon my pillow on nights
With no comfort for all of my fears
Songs without words filled my head
Expressions that go beyond all my cries
It comes from that part of my soul
Deep inside where no other will abide
The music that makes a man whole
Perhaps one day when it seems okay
The crowds will hear the beat
The music will flow and float out gently
Onto the quiet street
Candlelight flames from oil lamps will flicker
In the distance are the fire flies
Onward the melodies press on in time
To a place where I realize
That I have been searching for all my life
The spark in the flickering flame
To feel the beat that flows in the street
Where anybody may claim
Joy that is given freely unto the heart
For this is all I will have to impart
~Moses~
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