She Was The Music

All I have left of her is this poem
Nothing left but this earth to roam
I have no ties, no love, no home
All I have left of her is this poem

All I have left of her is this rhyme
Nothing left but this marking of time
Wandering to heal this heart of mine
All I have left of her is this rhyme

All I have left of her is this scribe
Nothing left but rough roads to ride
Rough roads without her by my side
All I have left of her is this scribe

A poem is just words without any song
She was the music and I sang along

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