Page 68 of Lost Lyrics

He wasn’t wrong there.

“Let me give this a crack.” I tapped my finger against the side of the laptop, pinched my brows together, and mulled over what Lewis had said. “How’s this?”

The stars . . . night sky

New city . . . New life

I was . . . so scared

But then . . . you appeared

Your touch . . . so new

One smile . . . and I knew

Your kisses . . . profound

Heartbeats . . . so loud

Music . . . our souls

I’ve found . . . my home

Our love’s . . . so strong

We can’t . . . be wrong

This is . . . so right

I’m yours . . . You’re mine

Every day . . . and night

I’m yours . . . You’re mine

Together . . . for all time

“Wow.” Lewis splayed his hand against his chest. “Flint, that’s amazing.”

“Thanks.” I loved writing lyrics. I loved letting my mind search for a feeling, home in on it, and write whatever words jumped into my head. Some songs came easily. Others took days to nut out or were never finished.

Slip added more chords. Lewis strummed his bass and joined in, feeling and finding a rhythm to match. Cole tapped awayon the table, drumming in time with their tune. I felt the vibe; it was my turn. I pounded on the laptop keys. Mine was easy. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. I was here for Sutton, music, and these guys. I wanted to write and perform for the rest of my life and spend every day with Sutton. Having the band reform after our break had saved my soul and sanity. Finding Sutton, living with her, proposing to her, and having her say yes had healed my scarred heart.

I finished typing and read my lines to the guys:

Moonlight . . . Our fate

From our . . . first date

We were good . . . then lost

Drowned sorrows . . . the cost

But we found . . . our way

Grow stronger . . . each day

Each song . . . I write

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