In my heart’s sequestered chambers
lie truths stripped of poet’s gloss.
Words alone are vain and vacant
and my heart is mute.
In response to aching silence
memory summons half-heard voices
and my soul finds primal eloquence
and wraps me in song,
wraps me in song.
If you would comfort me;
sing me a lullaby.
If you would win my heart;
sing me a love song.
If you would mourn me
and bring me to God;
sing me a requiem,
sing me to heaven.
Touch in me all love and passion,
pain and pleasure.
Touch in me
grief and comfort,
love and passion,
pain and pleasure.
Sing me a lullaby,
a love song,
a requiem.
Love me, comfort me,
bring me to God.
Sing me a love song,
sing me to heaven.
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