By Emma R. Johnson
I wish to play a happy tune to help cheer my wounded soul,
However I can't play a tune for my fingers know no song.
No instrument for my taking to, No talent with my feelings,
So I carry on a long sad tune that I shall never share.
I've lost a friend that I cannot get over, I mourn as though he's dead.
I cry in deep longing, in wanting...
to hold, to kiss or touch my lover's hand.
My thoughts and emotions are so scrambled up that I cannot tell what I truly wanted.
So I carry on this tune that's silent, it drifts among my mind...
The memories of our times together and love we both once felt.
Though physically you left me, our souls are bond for good,
and when we die our souls will meet and I'll play you my sad tune.
5/25/08
I wish to play a happy tune to help cheer my wounded soul,
However I can't play a tune for my fingers know no song.
No instrument for my taking to, No talent with my feelings,
So I carry on a long sad tune that I shall never share.
I've lost a friend that I cannot get over, I mourn as though he's dead.
I cry in deep longing, in wanting...
to hold, to kiss or touch my lover's hand.
My thoughts and emotions are so scrambled up that I cannot tell what I truly wanted.
So I carry on this tune that's silent, it drifts among my mind...
The memories of our times together and love we both once felt.
Though physically you left me, our souls are bond for good,
and when we die our souls will meet and I'll play you my sad tune.
5/25/08
