You used to be my guide
Pulling me up from the deep
Spinning about me gaily
The vibrant tunes of joy
Rolling from my toung
To fill moments with happiness
No matter the stinging tears
And croaking phrases
Yet where have you gone?
Have I slipped to far?
Has your light finally blown out?
The broken heart is a lonely place
Though vaccant now
The cold still envelops me
Will you ever return?
I still love you,
My dear companion...
Pulling me up from the deep
Spinning about me gaily
The vibrant tunes of joy
Rolling from my toung
To fill moments with happiness
No matter the stinging tears
And croaking phrases
Yet where have you gone?
Have I slipped to far?
Has your light finally blown out?
The broken heart is a lonely place
Though vaccant now
The cold still envelops me
Will you ever return?
I still love you,
My dear companion...
This has never happened to me before. I have never been able to not sing my way through tough times. I don't think my life is finally running thin, and I don't think this even is all that drastic. So why is it that I can not pull through with music? I wont go into what is causing these vent-arts; the least I can say is "all good comes to an end..."
Art (c) LauraK
