Voice

How how how
do you say what
I've locked away?
Make me smile
when it's been a while
since I let go and replayed
the one that went astray.
I feel alive I'm still alive
Your song plays in my veins
I hit rewind and it
begins again
and in my head that life,
that rage, that happy happy pain
it's on again.
It's in your voice.
It's in your song.
It's in the way you play
It makes me scream along.
Don't stop singing
keep this world ringing
to the sound of your voice.


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Anonymous said…
That's exactly how he makes me feel. Love Eddie Vedder.
June 18, 2010 at 5:55 AM
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