Let me hear you sing.
Sing.
For the clouds bringing in the rainy days.
Sing.
For the wild geese. Southbound.
Sing.
For the last heartbeats of summer.
Green grass and shriveled currants.
Sing.
For the memories lost in time.
On a boat out at sea in grandpas lap. Laying in a tent on a warm summers eve. All the stories you've ever heard. Friendships lost and found.
Sing.
For all those heartbreaks. You may have many more. But these will teach you how capable you are of loving. Again. And again. Always
Sing.
For someone elses sorrow. Their tears are just as salty as yours. Taste them.
Sing.
For those who have touched your soul. Even if they may be your enemy. Soulfood comes in many ways.
Sing.
For death. This is why we must learn to live. No handbrakes on. No stoplight. Live with every little bit you've got.
Sing.
For all those fears. Let them step into the light. Feel them. See them. Hear them. Befriend them. They are not you.
Sing.
For me. For your child lost to Sandmans dreamworld. For your mother on the other side of town. For your lover whom doesn't know she fills all of you with her touch.
Sing.
For you. For all you've ever known and felt and done. For all you may become in future days to come. For your dreams and wishes and sorrows. For the sound of your heart beating, your lungs breathing and your feet on the right track.
Sing.