I will be your monitor
the window to your soul
twenty forty eight
by seven sixty four
a piece of heaven
seventeen inches at a time
i will be your keyboard
listening to your woe
the strokes in which that eases
your sadness, and your sorrow
the tireless ear
always near
I will be your mouse
the pointer that guides your way
never far, but a click away
turning each page
as you take a step
forward, backward or stay
scrolling through life
with each passing day
i will be the media player
the itunes as you sleep
singing lullabies softly and sweet
the soundtrack as you dream
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