When It Is Played

It’s not the tune that makes the man

Nor the words writ from his hand

But when he shakes from fear and loss

They both come crawling out of him

He will not choose the form it takes

Only its hours and its days

And then it rises from the sand

It is brought forth by no mistake

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So let it move about, let it howl and shout

Without hindering or stepping in its way

When at last it is done

You will know it by the sound of the silence in the room when it is played

Now Jacob Christopher you’ve run

From every song under the sun

By heeding words spoken o’er mine

I will not listen when you strum

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Now Jacob Christopher you’ve run

From every song under the sun

By heeding words spoken o’er mine

I will not listen when you strum

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