The melody within my soul once soared,
With lyrics free, like gifts outpoured.
In younger days, so swift and clear,
My thoughts were sharp, my heart sincere.
But time, that thief, has worn me thin—
A battle-scarred soul, weathered within.
Now I seek, with quiet grace,
To find my words, to find my place.
The melody within my soul once soared,
With lyrics free, like gifts outpoured.
In younger days, so swift and clear,
My thoughts were sharp, my heart sincere.
But time, that thief, has worn me thin—
A battle-scarred soul, weathered within.
Now I seek, with quiet grace,
To find my words, to find my place.