Musically Inclined

Sickened by this hell still I ask heaven to wait...

The things on my mind I have no words to state ...

The strings of my heart, I played, to no beat...

Rhythm of each key, I mastered and locked on repeat...

If someone should hear the music, 

Write the notes on a door...

Erased the walls, to hide not, a secrets I swore...

Healed from the sight of heaven, it is until death do us apart

To hell with the blues, I will now listen, to you and iheart....