There is a song beneath my skin,
A voice that speaks from deep within.
Not born of words, but of the flame
That burns through joy, through loss, through name.
It hums when all the world is still,
It rises strong against my will.
It echoes truths I try to hide—
The love I lost, the tears I lied.
It knows the roads I’ve walked alone,
The prayers I whispered into stone.
It carries hope like wings in flight,
And sings of dawn inside the night.
This soul song doesn’t seek applause,
It breaks the rules, rewrites the laws.
It bends with grief, it swells with grace—
A sacred thread time can’t erase.
It’s not for show, it’s not for sale,
It’s wind through trees, it’s dream through veil.
It’s who I am beneath the skin—
The song I’ve always held within.
So when I falter, when I fall,
This soul song rises through it all.
A melody the stars have known—
That I was never quite alone.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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