Music, My Other Language

Strumming your strings

Such sweet pain indeed

Holding tight to sound sweet 

If I let go there will be no hum

If I let go there will be no tune

If I let go there will be no song

Hold you close

Yet not so close

Hold you tight 

Yet not so tight

Hold you right

Strum you right

Let's write out my story 

Through the chords strummed from your strings 

Let's string together 

Let's make music forever

I am afraid

To take it all away

I am afraid

To try and make my way

Will I stand?

Will I sway?

I need to know..

Can I make my way?

See, what you took

Rather, what you have

Rather, the part of me you own

Is the only thing I need

To make my way out

Of this forsaken world

Of hurt and pain