She tells stories like they're a trick of her tongue.
She captures hearts with her voice,
And souls in between her words.
She gathers them all, like stars in a galaxy
and every story adds a spark in her eyes
That she carries on to the curious hearts she encounters.
There's something in the way she speaks
that moves you, that reaches deep within you.
There's something in the stories she tells
Of love and life and joy and sorrow.
There's something about the way her eyes speak,
They tell more stories in a minute than she could in a lifetime,
And yet they all flock to hear her,
to travel, motionless!
The story teller, learns as she goes
and she teaches what she knows.
She hides behind a million lives, of lessons and loss,
Of pain, grief, and mistakes that cost.
Shes hiding her story for she cannot tell,
Just how broken she is under that hard shell.
And how about that dam spell?!?
To empathize and sympathize no matter what
to know before the end of the plot!
For often she listens with an understanding heart
To the stories that brought two together or tore them apart.
To stories of adventure and mistakes and redemption
To stories of victory, shame and often repression.
And she carries these around with her wherever she goes
This story teller, the keeper of tales, the one who just knows.
She's part of these stories now as she takes them on,
She's one among the characters, one among them all.
She insists we all are but stories on this earth.
Chapter after chapter, unfolding since birth.
And she too is just a story, one that may be forgotten
along with the stories that never made their way.
I tell you of her , this story teller,
In hope that you will meet her some day.
She captures hearts with her voice,
And souls in between her words.
She gathers them all, like stars in a galaxy
and every story adds a spark in her eyes
That she carries on to the curious hearts she encounters.
There's something in the way she speaks
that moves you, that reaches deep within you.
There's something in the stories she tells
Of love and life and joy and sorrow.
There's something about the way her eyes speak,
They tell more stories in a minute than she could in a lifetime,
And yet they all flock to hear her,
to travel, motionless!
The story teller, learns as she goes
and she teaches what she knows.
She hides behind a million lives, of lessons and loss,
Of pain, grief, and mistakes that cost.
Shes hiding her story for she cannot tell,
Just how broken she is under that hard shell.
And how about that dam spell?!?
To empathize and sympathize no matter what
to know before the end of the plot!
For often she listens with an understanding heart
To the stories that brought two together or tore them apart.
To stories of adventure and mistakes and redemption
To stories of victory, shame and often repression.
And she carries these around with her wherever she goes
This story teller, the keeper of tales, the one who just knows.
She's part of these stories now as she takes them on,
She's one among the characters, one among them all.
She insists we all are but stories on this earth.
Chapter after chapter, unfolding since birth.
And she too is just a story, one that may be forgotten
along with the stories that never made their way.
I tell you of her , this story teller,
In hope that you will meet her some day.
