Nightingale

See, I never really had the voice,
I just came up with the lyrics.
You were the melody behind my words,
Something unique, some things never heard.

Singing is a gift passed through my genes,
Music seeping through my veins.
Wanting to sound like a nightingale,
A graceful sound that eases the pain.

Music touches everyone so differently,
Give someone pen and paper not knowing the possibility.
My hand isn’t on the same speed as my mind,
You read my thoughts and to you they may seem one of a kind.

Through love, drugs, sex and violence,
Singing is the medicine to everyone’s heart and soul.
Just let your words sore with confidence,
You may make someone feel whole.

So I’ll come up with the lyrics,
And you be the voice of an angel.
With our two talents no one can touch us…
So, sing my thoughts oh nightingale.