My Song

I am my song; I’m beautiful to sing
Although, I know, sometimes my notes are flat
Like birds announcing morning, when they bring
The dawn; I hope my song will come like that
I want to be a lullaby to you
Come, fall asleep within my melody
My song is sung while you are dreaming too
I hope your dreams are musical, like me
I’m not a hymn, but angels like to hear
My song; I’ll try to make it worth their time
I love it when an angel draws me near
And tells me that she finds my song sublime
I want to be in harmony with life
And sing my song in joy and never strife.