A Song for All

I wrote a song to a dead man,
and oh did he listen.
I poured my heart out to him,
lines and lines of verse,
and oh how poignant.

I wrote a song to a dead man,
and oh how he heard my dreams and cries.
It was all I could think of now,
how much of my soul and being I had offered him,
and oh how unnerving,

When I found that I was the dead man.
And oh how did I not hear?
What I truly wanted?
Where were the verses now?
When all I found,
were the lies,
of a dead man.

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