My Voice dances in the middle.
And Everybody encircle me,
While My Voice dances in the middle,
Thoughts deep,appealing move me,
Or I am caught by a beautiful sight.
Words,melt my inside....And
I can't feel anymore.
I can see nothing.
Except for that Quivering Flame,
That My Voice is,
That is Me.
That dances in the Middle.
Fed with My Emotions n Feelings,
That encircle Me.
Everything it tries to Express become-
A Song,My Song.