When I Was a Love Song
when I was young
I was a love song
my smile was merry
my heart, a ripe cherry
my soul was a lyric
eyes filled with wonder and magic
when I was a young bloom
I swept like a new broom
I danced like a free sprite
I ran like a young spirit
I was never a passenger
I lived music like an orchestra
when I was a love song
my words were so strong
my message never wrong
my heart's embrace ever long
my love song was sung
my love story was strung
Now that I’m old
my dreams are on hold
I am a scratched record
Now that my song’s been sold
my heart is a hardened thorn
and all who love to hear me, get torn
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