Poem Something Something...

Here again all alone,
Lost in the songs to which I'm prone.
Feeling their pain and thier joy,
Listening away the night.

I'm listening to the words,
Considering every verse.

I hear thier meaning,
I can see the source, thier being.
Don't know why I can't be happy,
Don't know why I fight.

I'm still listening to the words,
Considering every verse.

I would write a song,
Everyword would be so wrong.
To say what I need to say,
Would feel so incredibly right.