6 am.
Its six am
Much too early for a conversation
I run my fingers through a mind
 man, he see's what what no one see's
He's by my side
straining deeply in his contemplation
I thank my God a thousand times for bestowing him on me
I can't define
the beauty of this consummation
I always wondered how it was the fates had let this come to be
And I can't find
a reason for this condemnation
If I'm so contented here with him why do I want so badly just to leave...

Thank God, its six am.

Comments:
 
OneVoice   OneVoice wrote
on 7/14/2012 4:46:59 PM
Sounds like you are speaking of your child. Lovely piece

augustwidow   augustwidow wrote
on 11/30/2008 9:05:21 PM
If anybody can play an instrument and would like to put these lyrics to music, please let me know, I write and sing but cannot play and I would be appreciative. Thanks.

augustwidow
Music and Lyrics
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My life is just a bit of words
Do I get this from watching birds?
In this sentance
Far away
I'll come again another day
While the snow falls down on me
I'll rest in peace and harmony

Jenniffer Jude Slachtovsky - 10 Yrs. old
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