THE VIOLINIST Her Tears match the cords on her violin, She plays through her pain, and ties to maintain composure But She Cant As...

Before I could barely sleep And then I learned to dream Because even things are tough right now They aren’t always as they may seem ...

I want you to sit there and tell me everything you think is wrong with me Look me in the eye and tell me what I should change Tell me how...

This is not a poem but written it stanzas, its a little rough just something I thought of on the elevator today, I hope it translates.... ...