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I wonder one day who made music for me
and one day make music for me again.
How a baby cries with the most beautiful songs
and how I bought you but for a song with but a cry.
I still hear you and never will ever be as good as you.
You’re the song in my heart and I love every beat.
Maybe a someone will come crawling to their dream
but I beat them to the punch but it hurt but I bought it but good.
What a disgusting someone I was.
Help me God to hear the music again and forgive me for who I was
and perhaps who I’ll always be.
How sad the last song can be when strangers shake hands with a pawn shop
and silence is the only lyric.
Daniel William Concharty is a poet and frequent contributor to Painted Brain News