LYRIC FOR SALE

By Tree746

Can you hear me?
I'm not a singer,
But I still let the meaning show
Even as I type alone.
As a writer, will the shadow be my home?

You'll never hear me,
But you'll always feel the flow.
I've wished I could sing,
But my voice just tends to croak.

Do you need a face
To let the meaning resonate through the screen?
Or can a voice you'll never know
Make the words come alive?

You'll never see me,
But you'll recognize my tone.
I only type what resonates with me—
Do you like what my imagination unfolds?

I stay in the shadow
While others sing the notes;
That's just how it goes—
Only way to lift up the words my voice can't hold.

I can't find the key,
But I still feel the beat.
Even if my voice won’t rise,
These words reverb online and take hold.
You won’t hear my voice,
But you’ll feel the soul.

You won’t hear my voice,
But feel a connection as the words unfold.
I can write the final lines,
But my voice can’t reach the goal.

We don’t always play the part we’d choose,
But technology lets the meaning break through.
In every line I write, my truth appears—
And silence speaks what no one hears.

Even voiceless words can sync to your soul.

You won’t hear my voice,
But you’ll feel the soul.
I’ve wished I could sing,
But the exchange gives much more.

I'm not a singer,
But I'm never alone.
If you feel what I've written,
Then the words found another home.