*...I Could Never Say Thanks...*

I could never say thanks, from my tattered smile, enough to thank you for your grace. I could never climb high enough to praise you, from my dark and lowly place.

 Could I only change but one thing, I would change it, swiftly and surely. Could I only make one thing right, I would do it, swiftly and surely. 
If I could only sing that perfect song and from these strained chords and dry lips confess my tender surrender. If I could only lay down my walls that cover you, would that I could return them to their sender.

 For I do have a heart that beats, from red, to gray, to black. For what I wonder does it twist to stone and empty vessels crack? Ohh that my fingers were granted a pardon and the melody I chase were mine. Ohh but that song were here before me, so real, so perfect, and so fine. And as the rugged dawn 
turns dark, and the darkened sky turns day. As the fingers slow, the voices whisper, and the muses cease to play. I could never say thanks, from my tattered smile, enough to thank you for your grace. I could never climb high enough to praise you, from my dark and lowly place.

 Copyright Roxx Hunter 2018.

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