Maybe my name will be worth something someday.
Or just perhaps things will go my way.
Even if you just remembered my name,
and know I became great.
I want you to hear me, the only way I can be heard.
Through my voice, my spoken word.
My voice is not where you think it is.
It emanates from my soul.
I speak through my hands, on the frets of the neck.
I hope to speak to you.
To speak to you through bass and music.
Even if you forget me completely, just remember my name.
Remember that all I wanted to do is speak without screaming,
to talk without speaking. To play my soul for you.
If you forget my voice, the melody of song remains with you forever.
One note, two notes, three notes four.
Next thing you know I've played you 10,000 more.
Let me speak for you, with out my voice, for you to hear me,
well that is your choice. But I will be great, so I can speak to you
, speak to you in the way you really want me to.
 Rael Rose Valentine · Wed May 07, 2008 @ 06:06am · 1 Comments |
