1 Lyric 2 Poem by Edith Niemeyer

[Bridge — soft]
But some don't come with laughter.
Some barely come at all.
They wait behind an old remembrance,
With their backs against the wall.
They've lived there through the decades,
Never asking to be known—
Until one quiet little sentence
Tells me…
"You're ready.
Take me home."

[Final Chorus]
Lyrics lurking in the shadows,
I won't hurry you along,
Some of you were born for laughter,
Some were waiting for a song.
Some will dance with Wandering Quill,
Some will leave a little scar—
But every word that finds the daylight
Tells me something of who we are.
So keep lurking in the shadows,
If that's where you need to be…
I'll leave the door cracked open—
And when you're ready,
Come find me.

[Spoken Outro]
Well…
That's the last one.
…
…
Oh no.

I just had another thought.