I can't sing a song about you-
there's no melody that'll go with it.
I'll have the words & the paper for them to rest on, but that's the most that I'll be able to do
I can't sing about you.
the world's smallest violin wouldn't work.
any percussion would play louder than my heart pounding -
screaming like a needy child.
I can't sing a song about you
I won't even try.
Even Beethoven would have failed
at doing so.
Couldn't pitch in on the actual song
there was more out there to create
for my talents don't rest on my vocals alone,
my mother knew what she consulted my dad
on what my name should be.
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