Write Me a Song
Write me a song without cadence,
Free to blow where I will.
Wanton verses, blank and wind swept;
Then, carry my home to my sleep.
Write me a song that lingers,
Like the vale of a comet’s path;
A melody spinning golden yarn
From morning to bedtime prayers.
Write me a gay song to sing to the world,
A song so sweet they will hear,
Proclaiming the love they would have us denied,
But on hearing they’d melt and sigh.
Write me a song for my fallen,
A song filled with hope for our fears;
One overlade with comfort;
One that will catch all our tears.
Write me a song to march to
As I proclaim to the world
The fire I know refined in the glow
And I’ll walk with my pride,
Comrades at my side;
And they’ll know,
When you write me that song.