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Rhoda Garnitz

My Mother's Voice! ! ! !
Words and Music by Bruce Garnitz

Shades of gray... under glass
Still, still pictures silent photographs
I can't make out the pitch or tone
I see her smile, It brings me home
Her deep dark eyes said so much
She calmed my world with her touch
The sound is gone, it just seems wrong
That I can't hear my mother's voice again

A tattered box ... a faded date
I thread the frail film... Color Kodak Super Eight
I see her speak... the sound is mute
Next to her I'm in my brand new suit
I see her words... Lips I can't read
What's not there... I seem to need
The sound is gone, it just seems wrong
That I can't hear my mother's voice again

Memories dance in and out of the room
Why is there silence, silence, silence

I'd give it all... if I could hear
“I love you darlin'” softly in my ear
I listen for her in my dreams
I've lost this sense alone it seems
The sound is gone, it's just so wrong
That I can't hear
Will I hear ?
Please let me hear
...My Mother's Voice again, again

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