MELODY TO MY SONG
My days range from beaming horizons to lulling plateaus,
But there is a constant that accompanies the utterance of consonants so well;
Forget the formalities and alphabetized learning structure,
I like the way you make me feel,
In an instant your strum gently brushes my fears aside,
like waves on oceans far away,
Out of sight out of mind right?
we've been spinning around in confusion; musical chairs,
rain fell, make-up ruined, I was amused by your hair,
Our energy, the rhythm like clock work,
like industrial elves, it would never stop work,
No days off,
Authenticity pays off,
Although it would be nice to, recycle, the hard times, and drink chard wine
It's been a while since we've been singing this song,
God knows the lines get monotonous,
but the melody; the melody is constant.
So What will it take to ensure that you'll keep giving me the Melody to My Song?