"Forever In A Song"

Now I'm caught on stage,
Singing songs to stay alive,
pouring out my heart,
Into this microphone.

My voice is gone,
Breath just a breeze,
and with every line,
it gets a little harder to breathe.

And just when I think
I'm gonna pass out,
the song comes to an end,
and my guitar's the only sound.

There used to be, a thousand ways,
to take your breath away,
and I knew each and every one.
I thought I could live forever, inside a song.

You always thought that I,
Would say things just to hurt you,
Maybe I should just sing instead of speak,
You don't want to hear what I have to say.

I could right a million words,
but I'm still just a wayward troubadour,
clumsily stumbling on, writing songs,
No one will ever hear.

Without an audience, my dear,
I'm just a sad, sappy, love poet,
haphazard, spewing some stanzas,
maybe just love, and some verses.

There used to be a thousand ways,
to take your breath away,
and I knew each and every one.
I thought I could live forever, in a song.

To think that I believed,
It'd just be you and me,
On lonely nights by the sea,
Where you would listen to me sing.

But you just turn and leave.
Unwilling to give a second chance & see,
If it was all just misunderstanding.
You're screaming "How could you do this to me?"

Maybe you could have said to me,
"Wait, what is it that you mean?"
"Why would you say that to me?"
And this is where we shouldn't be.

There used to be a thousand ways,
to take your breath away,
and I knew each and every one.
I thought I could live forever, in a song.

You know, You'll live forever,
Inside my songs.
My voice will live on.
Singing life into your legacy.
Far after you and I are gone.

-A song I wrote. I'm going to add music to it. As soon as I can.