They’re lyrics I wrote for a song unsung
Waiting for birth through the pure strings you play
Purified by the fire of your drum beats
They’re stories untold
In too late a Summer
Too early for Fall
I still ring the bells of our love affair
In my dreams filled with passion
I still ring the bells
They’re an illusion of life uninsured
Baiting for foolish souls like us, like us
Mimic every pure intend
Lure us in by nightfall
It’s too late to know
Dreams aren’t for real
I still wrote out the lyrics in blood
Out of a stone heart
Sleep walking in a lonely town
I still created with half a heart
Half a heart too much, too much
These lyrics without melody
Unsung songs fading in the back alley
Untold stories dying, dying, dying
La la la la la…
Flicker of Thoughts 
That just stood out to me so much: “I still created with half a heart”, but of course the whole thing is unique and readable!
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This is excellent Cassa.
“They’re an illusion of life uninsured
Baiting for foolish souls like us, like us
Mimic every pure intend
Lure us in by nightfall
It’s too late to know
Dreams aren’t for real”
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Thank you, that makes me happy…💚
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This should be a song – it’s lyrical at heart.
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I wish i could make it into a song
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I like the title
And also the finish
These lyrics without melody
Unsung songs fading in the back alley
Untold stories dying, dying, dying
La la la la la…
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