THIS SONG HAS NOT BEEN WRITTEN YET

This song has not been written yet;

This song is being born.

How can a song be born, 

When the words come all alone?

Where is the tune, the melody?

Now all the song just comes from me.

Where is the tune, the melody?

The One who wrote the tunes for me?

Oh! Where is he?

Oh! Where is he?

He was here ! He filled my heart with joy.

He was near. We could not part.

Oh ! Where is he, my Melody?

Oh ! Where is he?

Oh ! Where is he?

Torn from my arms,

Ripped from my heart:

Oh ! Where is he,

My Melody?

My song has not been written yet:

My Melody ripped from my chest

The melody ripped from my chest.

This song has not been written yet.

Phyllis Carter

October, 2015

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