


To get to me, sometimes you need A feeling felt like mine. A good time, The sunshine And one creative mind. Got through to me, the poetry God’s gift he gave to me. The vowels and verbs, a thousand words My dream, my destiny. The melody, the words unseen So far, just half a dream. This music needs the words A team complete within a scheme. Somewhere in tune, there’s always room To say just what you feel. Below the notes, the writers wrote The Lyricist reveals. |
| The Lyricist By Spyder |
| (a song lyric) |