Comments on: Everyone Has Songs to Write and a Story to Tell http://www.songstowrite.com/songs-to-write/everyone-has-songs-to-write-and-a-story-to-tell A Beginning Songwriter's Journey Sat, 24 Jan 2009 02:38:38 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9 hourly 1 By: sheldon http://www.songstowrite.com/songs-to-write/everyone-has-songs-to-write-and-a-story-to-tell/comment-page-1#comment-88 sheldon Fri, 07 Nov 2008 18:26:21 +0000 http://www.songstowrite.com/songs-to-write/everyone-has-songs-to-write-and-a-story-to-tell#comment-88 Inspired by your blog, here is a start: If I had a; Song to write I would be so afraid the words would come out all wrong. If I had; words to say would they come out all astray? I have been so afraid! Would it be; lame, am I to blame? Would it be a sham to have no name? Silent; would be my voice; with out a word right or wrong. Silent a life with out a song: What is in the air the sound of music every were What is a song (sound) to sing? A thing; but given wing. Floating through the air… every, were. Fair: and away I would say; in the bay to day Air flutters and, the lofts’ the sail, and there is no mail. Flurries: the only tail, to tell of a far off place. (Shore) (From boat to rail to rail with a sail) From air to, rail to boat rail, a boat with a sail, To places yet to see and more to be (With events yet un-done for songs yet to (be sung) sing From events yet not done ) From events yet un sung, for songs yet to sing. To a song; not at all wrong. © Sheldon F. Smith 2008 Inspired by your blog, here is a start:

If I had a; Song to write I would be so afraid the words would come out all wrong.
If I had; words to say would they come out all astray? I have been so afraid!
Would it be; lame, am I to blame?
Would it be a sham to have no name?
Silent; would be my voice; with out a word right or wrong.
Silent a life with out a song:

What is in the air the sound of music every were
What is a song (sound) to sing? A thing; but given wing.
Floating through the air… every, were.
Fair: and away I would say; in the bay to day

Air flutters and, the lofts’ the sail, and there is no mail.
Flurries: the only tail, to tell of a far off place. (Shore)

(From boat to rail to rail with a sail)
From air to, rail to boat rail, a boat with a sail,

To places yet to see and more to be
(With events yet un-done for songs yet to (be sung) sing
From events yet not done )
From events yet un sung, for songs yet to sing.

To a song; not at all wrong.

© Sheldon F. Smith 2008

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