The song fills my head as I play, The bowl sings to me of things to come.What does the song inside you say?Is this song to be shared with anyone,or just to keep to yourself and your close circle of friends.The questions never end.But the answers come slowly,like a story unfolding.As the words take shape in my mind, it’s like an image I’m holding; on the screen of my memory,where dreams are often clear to me.What is this song my heart must sing?Does the melody ring within my soul,or do I give voiceto the song that is expressed,without a choice, rhyme or reason,it’s not a song that connects with any season,just with the way I feel.I know this song is real,although some may not believeit’s there.Just close your eyes and you too shall receivethe healing vibrations of my song,as it goes on and on.Inside my head, and flows out through my vocal cords to your ears.I sing it so that you may hear,the voice of an angel that speaks to me of piece,and fills my soul with sweet release,it fills my soul with sweet release

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The song fills my head as I play, The bowl sings to me of things to come.

What does the song inside you say?

Is this song to be shared with anyone,

or just to keep to yourself and your close circle of friends.

The questions never end.

But the answers come slowly,

like a story unfolding.

As the words take shape in my mind, it’s like an image I’m holding;

 on the screen of my memory,

where dreams are often clear to me.

What is this song my heart must sing?

Does the melody ring within my soul,

or do I give voice

to the song that is expressed,

without a choice, rhyme or reason,

it’s not a song that connects with any season,

just with the way I feel.

I know this song is real,

although some may not believe

it’s there.

Just close your eyes and you too shall receive

the healing vibrations of my song,

as it goes on and on.

Inside my head, and flows out through my vocal cords to your ears.

I sing it so that you may hear,

the voice of an angel that speaks to me of piece,

and fills my soul with sweet release,

it fills my soul with sweet release

2 thoughts on “The song fills my head as I play, The bowl sings to me of things to come.What does the song inside you say?Is this song to be shared with anyone,or just to keep to yourself and your close circle of friends.The questions never end.But the answers come slowly,like a story unfolding.As the words take shape in my mind, it’s like an image I’m holding; on the screen of my memory,where dreams are often clear to me.What is this song my heart must sing?Does the melody ring within my soul,or do I give voiceto the song that is expressed,without a choice, rhyme or reason,it’s not a song that connects with any season,just with the way I feel.I know this song is real,although some may not believeit’s there.Just close your eyes and you too shall receivethe healing vibrations of my song,as it goes on and on.Inside my head, and flows out through my vocal cords to your ears.I sing it so that you may hear,the voice of an angel that speaks to me of piece,and fills my soul with sweet release,it fills my soul with sweet release”

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