The Song Believed

[couchgrouch]

The Song BelievedI looked 'round Gramma's cottage, I almost had it soldcalled that real estate agent, and he put me on holdI always ignore the music, played over the phonebut that time I listened, to Merle's Sing Me Back Homeit made me picture Gramma, and the cherished life that wasI never thought homes lived, too, but now I do becausethe song believedand taught me what I didn't knowhome never diesas long as we have faith it's sothough I had doubtsblinded by the tears and griefI heard the lightand all because the song believedI recalled her last years, how she couldn't walkas I wandered in her bedroom, and found her music boxthat box held hope and mem'ries, and as I walked awaythe walls called out with echoes, as somehow it began to playI'll always keep her cottage, in our familyand I can't help but wonder, if she's there dancing freecos the song believedand taught me what I didn't knowhome never diesas long as we have faith it's sothough I had doubtsblinded by the tears and griefI heard the lightand all because the song believed(c)2005 Robert George