KC (Jan.22,1943 / Boston, Massachusetts)


Pick up the microphone, feel the cord
Bend your head
Is it nerves inside that you’re listening to
Are you telling them to be still
You breathe a sigh
Is it for me or you
I fall into it and you take me
To a place I had forgotten
I follow where you lead
And in the darkness
My aching heart starts to bleed
For you
It’s a broken Hallelujah

In memory of Jeff Buckley by Karen Corbett

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