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Burning Flame

21 October 09

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The house is so quiet

She’s all alone

Sits down at the piano

One note plays alone

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She hums along with it

More notes she plays

Closing her eyes

She sings of sweeter days

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But she is so young

Too young for a broken heart

The words come from

A world apart

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The fingers play harder

The voice strengthens

Secretly she imagines

The crowds wild and listens

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She’s on stage

Lights are so bright

Fever in her plays out

She knows this sight

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Louder she plays

Notes that just come

Where I do not know

They just come

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All alone this this young girl

Plays a fever from within

Lost in creativity

Will this ever end

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Surrounded by the concert hall

Fans screaming out her name

No one can hurt her now

She is the burning flame

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Anna Graceman

More of my Writing:

*  Never Gonna Stop

*  Not Making any Sound

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