For all my talents, sound escapes me
Melody evades me
The songs of my heart can only be spun
By those who once were
Dreaming and thinking the same as I
For a place, a home, a Zion
Without a roar I am no lion I close my eyes
Roll myself into the collective voice
Does music decorate time or direct it?
Ancient sung prayers lead me to my desire, set my soul on fire
Where music releases tears from my emotional womb, prayer leads my desires from their exilic tomb
Buried long ago in hope for new home
I was told sound hits you in a place visions cannot reach
A reaction we cannot control
I release myself into its embrace,
Remembering an ancient time and place
I exist both then and now
A highwayman, a wandering jew
I rise through the words and the melodies
Knowing they can set me free
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