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Without Words

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Published: Jul 6, 2009

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The words spill from me,
Sometimes it's like I am,
Bleeding...
My thoughts stain the page,
They never fade,
And there are moments,
When the words,
Get in the way...

Without words, there is no music,
Without music, I cannot sing...

Here I am,
I am just a man,
Who sings...
I am hope,
I am faith,
I have the strength to believe...
It's all there!(There!)(There!(There!)
There inside of me!
Waiting for the right moment,
The moment to set me free...

The words are my way of showing,
All of my hope,
All of my grief,
And I never use them,
To deceive...
I get lost, along the way sometimes...
It's like I'm running around in circles,
In my own mind...

Without words, there is no music,
(No music...)
Without music, I cannot sing...

Here I am,
I am just a man,
Who sings...
I am hope,
I am faith,
I have the strength to believe...
It's all there!(There!)(There!(There!)
There inside of me!
Waiting for the right moment,
The moment to set me free...

The words are beautiful,
And the words are strong,
The words are powerful,
And sometimes they leave me torn..
Wearing away!
(Away...!)
At who I used to be!
But where would I,
Who would I be...
Without the words...?

Without words, there is no music,
Without music, I cannot sing...

Here I am,
I am just a man,
Who sings...
I am hope,
I am faith,
I have the strength to believe...
In the rhythm that surrounds me...
It's all there!(There!)(There!(There!)
There inside of me!
Waiting for the right moment,
The moment to set me free...

Here I am,
I am just a man,
Who sings...(Who sings...)
I am hope,
I am faith,
I have the strength to believe...
In the rhythm that surrounds me...
The rhythm that moves me,
That soothes me,
That bends me,
And takes me,
But it will never break me,
As it...
Sets...
It's self free...

jlp July 6, 2009-Revised July 3, 2010

Some, very few, really, will remember the "Rhythms" series I wrote well over two years ago.

This is a combination of 2 of those pieces, rewritten to tell a story together that they never could apart.

I am amazed at the power of words, amazed at the power of MY words, and I live each day in gratitude for the gift I have been blessed with, and in gratitude for the chance to share it with the world.

Without words, I am not who I am.

No matter how I am perceived, no matter what good or bad things are said about me, no matter if I am loved, or hated, to myself I will always be simply...

Just a man who sings.

A man with hope.
A man with faith.
A man who loves unconditionally.
A man with the strength to believe...

In everything.