Melody of the Soul

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It’s hard to compose a song exceptional to ALL.
A song that could be sang by the persons I adore…
A song full of harmony for this heart of melancholy,
and a song that would fulfill all the dreams I am achieving…

I looked for somebody to inspire me on writing
but in spite of inspiration, he only gave me desperation…
I cried ‘til I’m numb until the pain broke my heart;
songs were my companion but love was an addiction…

And on that moment I have thought on composing a song
but with the notes that I write, my reflection recites…
Sorrow of the soul echoes on the notes
as someone plays my song and tune it on the radio…

And everywhere I’ve been the song I always hear.
It foolishly sings, sending shivers within…
It burns on my soul but where should I go?
Vanish and hide from the real melody of my soul?

As my sorrow continues, the song becomes famous;
ignoring the composer who signed the song, “Anonymous…”
And people kill me softly by singing desperately;
clinging on their memories with sorrowful melody…

Till one night it happened with the one I’m not expected
of calling my name again, asking for repent.
He’s giving back my heart…holding on my hand…
Looking at my eyes…and saying all his love.

But I recalled all my sorrows, the song that I composed
with no words to put on while gazing at his soul…
And I searched for this feeling, the thing that made me weak
just to find that it’s missing, been waiting here for NOTHING…

Realizing all the feelings written in this numb heart,
and telling with the man I adored from my past…
Silence in his lips delivers what he feels
until he sweetly sings the sad song that I keep…

IT’S NOT HARD TO COMPOSE A SONG WHEN YOU WRITE WITH ALL YOUR SOUL
that will happen when you work on, when you never lose your hope…
And all the sorrows that you feel will be eased by what you’ve achieved
realizing all the worthiness of the sufferings you have been…

Pacing back with the time while looking at his eyes;
refraining from his touch as forgetting all his love…
And as I stand with all my hopes, leaving him alone
I still hear him sing our song with sad notes in his tone…