I Am the Singer of Many Songs
Let me tell you the story of the singer of many songs
Who could transform words into music
Words as delicate as a blooming flower
As fierce as a flaming fire
I, the lady who could create bridges leading
To the heart, soul, and mind
Expressed through song and voice I thrive
From a girl in the crowd to a girl with a voice
A voice people wanted and needed and longed to hear
Singing as sweet as your best memory
Bringing others to their knees
The Singer of Many Songs
My songs carry me to distant places and distant times
Taken away to warm fires, cozy homes and cruel, cold lonely nights
Protected yet ripped apart by tunes that bring both solace and pain
The Singer of Many Songs
Oh, let me tell you of how I dreamed of being an artiste
Searching for something
A talent
Something I had, at first, overlooked
Until I realized music was my weapon of war
My tool that tore down others defenses
My blanket from the world and my open door
My reminders of the past
And the keepers of my hopes and dreams for the future
My way to show love, pain, joy, sorrow, hopelessness, and hope
A way to express myself
And what led to me becoming the singer of many songs, the songstress of many tunes
Music is a love of mine
And I could not be defined without it
I Am the Singer of Many Songs