The Internal Music
Shawn Smith - August 8, 2006
The prattling of the many voices
The beating of my heart
Opposite poles from which to make choices
Opposite poles from which to start
I wish I had not listened to them
But listened to my heart instead
I wish I'd danced to my own music
And not what others thought or said
But I will not live my life filled with regret
I still have some life in me yet
I hear a tune that's so sublime
I know its source
I know its mine
Perhaps you dislike the choices that I make
Perhaps you think I am making a big mistake
But were you with me when I suffered pain?
Were you with me as I hobbled down the lane?
Do you know what it's like to be alone?
When no one calls you on the phone?
I had illusions that people would care
But then I could not find them anywhere
I
have tasted my own blood
I have seen the moment of my greatness
flicker
I have felt the closeness of my God
And with my remaining days I will not dicker
My destiny, to be alone
My heart, my heart, my gramaphone
I hear a tune that's so sublime
I know its source
I know its mine
