Lilting, soft and lyrical,
Biting, tough, satirical,
Reaching, holding, never letting go.
Sonnets, songs and elegies,
Acappella melodies,
Where they come from, no one reallyknows.
Lifting spirits in the air...
Easing pain with gentle care...
Driving out the demons that wefear...
Seeking out their hiding place,
Simple power to erase
The haunting, nagging doubts thatplaced them there.
Who would think a simple tune
Could be the bearer of such boon?
Could ease such worry?
Chase away such woe?
The truth be told, if we had known
That lyricals work miracles,
We would have started singing longago.