Saturday, June 25, 2011

Lyrophorous

What's music for if nobody can ever hear it
Something's missing in chords that you play
Who's to say it's always best said and done
Nothing's worse than words that will betray
What's in a day if you won't try to live it
It could be that sunrise that goes your way
You'll never find out if you don't discover
All that you can until creation has its say