All I have to offer
Is a simple tune
A song to serenade the evening with
Soul stirring harmony
Tiny birds that flitter by
Stopping to savour the fleeting weather
Belting out their one and only tune
An original composition
That resonates through the Earth
Of days gone by
Victories and defeats alike
Times when You lifted my spirits high
Gushing emotions from depths untold
Symphonies of good things
That You never did withhold
Would this song ever grow old?
Or Your ears tire of repeated verses and rhymes?
I will run out of time
Of ideas, stories, meanings, lines
But until then… I sing.