I always loved my song,
I always let it play.
Then rumination came along.
Poetry took my song away.
I walked along, singing,
I sang because I knew how.
Then one day you came along.
I watch my song in silence now.
I wasn’t one to mind
That my song had one thing to say.
Now I wander from point to point to point.
Poetry took my song away.
Poetry has a passion
For songs and more than song.
The singer’s but a picture, now
And the picture seems wrong.
I always loved my song.
My song had only this to say:
Songs without love are wrong.
Poetry took my song away.
