and true it will be raw
so I step up to the board
hoist my pen and draw.
The shapes I make are letters
in stanzas that all rhyme
my muse she beats the harmony
my job to keep the time.
The melody is woven
with gentle careful care
so that within the lyrics
the music you can hear.
No instrument is needed
the song is heard within
so that if you stop or falter
you'll find it once again.
For it will keep playing strong
so that if you forget your part
you'll never have to worry
as it lives inside your heart.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino
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