You Are My Guitar
I'm not really alone. This is my voice,
The one that sings, and you are my guitar.
A mute, without my music, not by choice.
Crippled tongue shyness, keeps me afar.
My midnight dreams of perfect melody;
This is my humble voice, on whispers flown,
and your voice together, in harmony
as it would be, if our souls were our tones.
Sure, my heart is breaking, no words to say
Yes, I feel like crying, my love is true
This is my only voice, the only way
is in this song, that I can be with you
On silver winds, hear what my heartsong brings.
My voice, my guitar. Listen! Touch the strings.
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