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Here's something I wrote that I didn't try to organize into verses. That part is better left to real musicians who understand composition. May someone find it useful. As always, take it and do what you will. Cheers!
MIRAGE
Who knew that losing touch,
would devastate so much,
unraveling a love we once shared.
Time still marches on,
pulling strings that sing our song,
leaving empty notes upon the music's score.
Unraveling the threads,
sewn into our beds,
stuffing falling gently to the floor.
Swept underneath the rug,
strings on the heart are tugged,
brings forth memories bound to linger on.
Floating through the breeze, sounding simplicities,
resonate through the tempests fevered storm.
We both did our part,
culminating from the start,
how the meaning of our time together passed.
Not a matter of the will,
the ending brings us still,
to the place we all end up at last.
Knocking loudly on my door,
This call can't be ignored,
it's time to say goodbye to all we've known.
Here now to take my hand,
guides me through the blistered sands,
mirages shimmering in all our sights to come.
Sewing the unraveled seams,
binding reality to dreams,
as the curtain blankets a life unlived by one.
MIRAGE
Who knew that losing touch,
would devastate so much,
unraveling a love we once shared.
Time still marches on,
pulling strings that sing our song,
leaving empty notes upon the music's score.
Unraveling the threads,
sewn into our beds,
stuffing falling gently to the floor.
Swept underneath the rug,
strings on the heart are tugged,
brings forth memories bound to linger on.
Floating through the breeze, sounding simplicities,
resonate through the tempests fevered storm.
We both did our part,
culminating from the start,
how the meaning of our time together passed.
Not a matter of the will,
the ending brings us still,
to the place we all end up at last.
Knocking loudly on my door,
This call can't be ignored,
it's time to say goodbye to all we've known.
Here now to take my hand,
guides me through the blistered sands,
mirages shimmering in all our sights to come.
Sewing the unraveled seams,
binding reality to dreams,
as the curtain blankets a life unlived by one.
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I wasn't sure if you were looking for feedback on the lyric as it stands or not?
Best of luck in your search for a musician to work with!
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Morning RainyDayMan, I wasn't looking for anyone to collab with, just giving the words away for anyone wanting them. As I said before my knowledge of music is below minimum and I'm good giving the words away so they maybe used in something other than my computer screen. I'm sure all of us have been writing for a years but you all here have a foundation in lyrics that I lack. I am not looking for knowledge on lyric creation but to offer my words so someone who has this knowledge can utilize them.
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