I don't have one.
I sit and wait and think
Of You,
Of all that You've blessed me with,
Of all that You've cursed me with...
Always thinking of ways to describe
How You cause me to feel so much agony,
So much desire,
So much compassion and...
Just so much more...
But I can never find the right words
Or the right melody
Or create any harmony
That perfectly transmits
Each emotion that You evoke from my heart.
You:
The first thought of my day and
The last intention in my prayers...
My inspiration to live,
The one I'm willing to die for...
The one who showed me how to love...
Many musicians and writers will say,
"If you're inspired, it'll just come out."
Well here's a question for them:
What happens when one is overwhelmed with inspiration?
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