Food for SOUL

May 14, 2009

Stays in my head

Lips try to say it

Whistling along is what I do;

Will get you to move

Move your head or your hip

You will fall for it,

Words along put some sense

Without which is also good;

Anything makes it-

Everyone likes it to be

Served differently,

Tears pour or the faces grin

When it is right into our ears,

Life without this

Would seem to be dumb

Makes us deaf:

Don’t hear

Listen

Few call it waves

Others Music

But My Soul eats it