Whispered, spoken, and sung.

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Quiet Ambition
(cc) BY D A Ayer 2018-02-23

I want to write a song so quiet
it could creep into church in the middle of the sermon
and whisper in your ear until your toes start tapping
in a rhythm you feel like the spirit of the Lord.

I want to write a song so loud
it could blow out the windows of a seven-story building
half a mile down the street from a sold-out concert
as the lead guitar hits the very first chord.

I want to write a song as cold as steel.
I want to write a song that burns like fire.
I want to write a song as sad as I feel.
I want to write a song about desire.

I want to write a song so righteous
it could empty the pockets of the rich and famous
to nourish the souls of the most downtrodden
without one drop of blood being shed.

I want to write a song so wicked
it could melt every bullet in the gun of every soldier
and punish every tyrant with a vision of darkness
as it curls the hair on the devil’s own head.

I want to write a song as proud as a piper.
I want to write a song that’s pious as a priest.
I want to write a song that glides like a viper.
I want to write a song that howls like a beast.

I want to write a song so short.
I want to write a song so long.
I want to write a song so right.
I want to write a song so wrong.

I want to write a song that rings like silver.
I want to write a song that shines like gold.
I want to write a song so new.
I want to write a song so old.