Without a song
Without a song my day has not begun
Everything is wrong, those not touched still
My heart is hung, and all its beats have sunk
Without a song I will have to do a rerun.
Food for my soul, I brood on every ‘♪soh♪’
Many may be able to show, how and when every turn will go.
All the keys; natural, flat, and sharp
Stand for the tones, notes on life’s harp
I am a tune. But I cannot be heard;
without a song.
So a chord is struck wherever I think possible, it cannot be wrong
I intone; the chorus is full, harmonic and admirable
my kind of morning for a love filled day
I just could not have gone
Without a song.