~ The Music I Hear ~
All my life I have loved classical music
I can see the great masters at work
Beauty coming into my room.
Now I hear music of a new master to learn
Like a little boy who when at school
Would look out his window
And hear the music that he wrote
We too can look out and find wonder to know
For like the boy with learning problems
We can hear poetry to write
We can know who we are
If we discover the light
No matter if we are thrown a curved ball
Instead of crying long
We can make beautiful music with words
Believe that to love we do belong
Our spirit will never end
With the help of God who understands
We can find our way out of the tunnel
As did the boy...His name is Jim Brickman.
Linda Ann Henry © 2005
Do you remember me
The people's poet
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