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There's a thin red line, on this heart of mine,
And I can't refine, what it calls to mind,
Just a thin red line, and how it shines,
Though it does remind, me of another time...

I hear music in all things.

In the beating of my heart.
In the breath from my chest.
In the words from my lips.
And the song that they left.

And there's a drum beat,
That never stops tapping,
From inside my bones,
Until I find myself rapping.

Putting words to the paper,
Trying to find my heart,
Hidden inside the memories,
That tear my mind apart.

And I pray to the Lord,
For the peace in my soul,
To forgive me of my sins,
And fill this empty hole.

I'm a lyrical spirit,
Spiritual to the Divine,
Yet so easily lost,
Inside this heart of mine.

And if I were a good man,
Would it even be good enough,
I only blame myself,
Yet the burden can be too much.

If I ever said I loved you,
I meant it in every breath,
Yet words are simply words,
And I have no words left.