The Writing Room

I sing a song I sing a song – a new song Music to the ear A song raw with emotions A song to start the year A song that soothes my wary heart that I wear on my sleeve A rare song that provides reprieve from troubles near and far I sing a song – a new song A tune from the sun’s bright ray A little light to show the way to the weary seeking eye A song to brighten the overcast morn A song to drive away the burgeoning storm A song to wean me from creeping doubt’s door A song to lift me from the sinking floor.