In my heart's sequestered chambers
lie truths stripped of poets gloss.
Words alone are vain and vacant
and my heart is mute.
In response to aching silence memory
summons half-heard voices,
And my soul finds primal eloquence
and wraps me in song
If you would comfort me,
sing me a lullaby.
If you would win my heart,
sing me a love song.
If you would mourn me and bring me to God
sing me a requiem, sing me to heaven.
Touch me in all love and passion,
pain and pleasure
Touch me in grief and comfort,
love and passion, pain and pleasure
Sing me a lullaby, a love song, a requiem
Love me, comfort me, bring me to God.
Sing me a love song, sing me to heaven.




~Griner