Silent Songwriter
If they don’t want,
To put to Music,
The things I’ve said.
Than Lord,
Let me be heard,
By being read.
Come up with stuff they love,
That they never forget,
And be more,
Than enough,
Than they ever expect.
We’re well on our way,
But we’re not there yet.
Well, time keeps on a moving,
Right on along.
And I’m still,
Wasting time,
Writing song after song.
I might not be right,
But I know,
I’m not wrong.
Inspiring others,
To try to be strong.
Cause getting there,
Is half the fun.
When you’ve,
Figured out enough,
To remove all doubt,
And you can share,
What being there,
And caring’s all about.
I’m glad I got the chance,
To still be hanging around,
With words,
Worth being heard,
Without,
Making a sound.
Still stuck in the Lost and Found.
Wherever it is we’re bound?
Now, every new beginning,
Needs a place to start.
Can you hear?
The Spirit singing?
A New Song,
In your heart?
I guess it’s safe to say,
That I did my part.
Caring less about success,
And more about my art.
Very Articulate,
But not very smart.
Feel free to give them my regards.
Signed,
“Silent Songwriter”
Undiscovered Talent
Came upon this street performer,
With a guitar in his hand.
Playing a song I used to like so well.
Looking at him, you’d never know,
Never understand.
Some things that appearances don’t tell.
So, I threw a dollar in his can,
And listened to him play.
Wondered how with all that talent,
He was here today?
Undiscovered Talent down on Broadway.
Undiscovered Master of the Game.
Came here thinking,
It would be a short stay.
Nashville doesn’t even know,
Their name.
The actors may be different,
But the stories still the same.
Undiscovered Talent.
Master of the Game.
Well, it didn’t take him long.
He finished playing that old song.
“Is there something special?
You would like to hear?
Most of the people want,
To hear the familiar ones,
They’ve known and listened to,
For years.”
But then before I could say a word.
He played a song that I’d never heard.
Felt just like a trip to paradise.
It was a haunting melody,
Filled with hope and honesty.
Made me smile,
And brought a tear into my eye.
“Now, many have come before.
Probably be a whole lot more.
Came here with a dream to chase,
And then they fade away.
Can’t blame them all for trying,
But the streets ain’t paved with gold,
And in truth there’s no denying,”
“It gets old.”
Undiscovered Talent down on Broadway.
Undiscovered Master of the Game.
Came here thinking,
It would be a short stay.
Nashville doesn’t even know,
Their name.
The actors may be different,
But the stories still the same.
Undiscovered Talent.
Master of the Game.