248 – Just the Verse

Will I ever be the same?
A voice in mute
Puts time in dispute
I’ll┬ádip my pen within my hand
To rest upon my stand
Time doesn’t heal
But its memories I’ll steal
To press for my appeal

If time allows
Not knowing how
Or what to do now
For what’s left for me
If only the verse
And not the melody

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