I heard she
sang a good song,
I heard she
had a style.
And so I
came to see her and
listen for a while.
And there she
was this young girl,
a stranger to
my eyes.
Strumming my pain with her
fingers,
singing my life with her
words,
killing me softly with
her song,
killing me
softly with her
song,
telling my
whole life with her
words,
killing me
softly with her
song
I felt all
flushed with fever,
embarrassed
by the crowd,
I felt she
found my letters and
read each one out loud.
I prayed that
she would finish
but she just
kept right on.
Strumming my pain with her
fingers,
singing my life with her
words,
killing me softly with
her song,
killing me
softly with her
song,
telling my
whole life with her
words,
killing me
softly with her
song
She sang as
if she knew me
in all my
dark despair
and then she
looked right through me
as if I wasn’t there.
But she just
came to singing,
singing
clear and strong.
Strumming my pain with her
fingers,
singing my life with her
words,
killing me softly with
her song,
killing me
softly with her
song,
telling my
whole life with her
words,
killing me
softly with her
song