Silver Gilt

©2001 by Steve Macdonald

She wanted to make music
Pipe with silver gilded tones
Send spirit soaring with melody
Live her life as a song
But she was told it couldn’t be
She didn’t have the heart
Stay earthbound, heavy down, plodding on
Live life in the dark
Live life in the dark

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Dreams are made of tender stuff
Easily denied
They need light and love and laughter
To grow larger than the sky
Be a shelter for each other
Weather every storm
And your dreams will be stronger with each dawn.

He was everything she’d dreamed
Fair of face and kind
She told him of her childhood past
How she knew she’d never fly
He heard of passion long denied
Then, woke her in the dark
Gave her Music wrapped in music’s case
Took her dreams out of the dark
Crushed dreams reborn again

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Love and care will make a garden grow
Treat your harvest with respect and love

Walking busy shop filled streets
Music flashes in her eye
In shape of string wrapped mahogony
Here’s a new way to fly
Money’s short, it can’t be had
She walks away knowing
But he sells a part of his legacy
She’ll live her life as a song
Live her life as a song

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Love is made of tender stuff
Easily denied
It needs light and Dreams and laughter
To grow larger than the sky
Be a shelter for each other
Weather every storm
And your love will be stronger with each dawn.