Just now skipped in from Coffee Class to tune in to Heather’s Song Of The Week, blissful BRAILLE.
Heather wrote this to go hand in hand with the song:
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!! I hope your week is filled with love and happiness 
Music is one of the most powerful forms of communication. A song can paint a picture in the mind that is just as clear as a photograph. It can break down the barriers that people often put up, which keep them from receiving messages, and penetrate both the heart and mind. You can often say in a song, things that you would never dare utter without the safe confines of a melody.
This week’s song is entitled “BRAILE.” It describes the way that music comes to me. Many times when I write I feel almost as though my fingers are reading the notes on the fretboard of my guitar like Braille letters. I believe that music can be a window into a person’s soul.
What do you see in mine?
Sending Love Your Way,
Heather Renee
What do I see in yours?
I see pure positive energy … love … music … more … flow … freedom, pretty freedom … joy … information … beauty … bliss … sacred space … sparkle … creativity … healing … heart rhythms … unlimited potential … the universe … star light … You, Who You Really Are, living all of your Dreams ~~~*
BRAILLE Lyrics
I WRITE ON THE PAGES I HAVE TORN FROM THE BOOK OF MY LIFE…MY SOUL WAS BORN TO SING MY LOVE FOR YOU.
EVERYNIGHT SPENT AWAKE IN SHADOWS, I STILL FIGHT MY OWN BATTLE TO FOLLOW THROUGH.
BRAILLE MY FINGERS FIND THE NOTES LIKE BRAILLE, THEY PRESS UPON THE METAL AND IT CUTS, IT BLEEDS, IT BURNS, AS THE SONGS ARE BORN AND THE MELODIES FORM AT MY LIPS LIKE BRAILLE.
IN THE MIST OF A YELLOW GARDEN…ALL MY FEARS OF SUCCESS ARE PARDONED, I FALL, I RUN AWAY.
TELLING LIES TO APPEASE MY SORROW, OPENED EYES BLINDED BY TOMORROW…IT MAKES ME PLAY.
BRAILLE MY FINGERS FIND THE NOTES LIKE BRAILLE, THEY PRESS UPON THE METAL AND IT CUTS, IT BLEEDS, IT BURNS, AS THE SONGS ARE BORN AND THE MELODIES FORM AT MY LIPS LIKE BRAILLE.
SCRAWL ON THE PAGES OF TIME WITH MY HANDS HOLDING TIGHT I PRESS ON, I PRESS ON YOU.
FALL THROUGH REGRET I SEE LIGHT IN MY MIND I MUST FIGHT TO PRESS ON…TO FOLLOW THROUGH.
BRAILLE MY FINGERS FIND THE NOTES LIKE BRAILLE, THEY PRESS UPON THE METAL AND IT CUTS, IT BLEEDS, IT BURNS, AS THE SONGS ARE BORN AND THE MELODIES FORM AT MY LIPS LIKE BRAILLE.
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