More Than Skies - For the Sake of the Song Lyrics

For the Sake of the Song

And every-time I sat and rhymed,
It wasn't worth the thought.
To sum it up in fragment lots,
Won't kill this writer's block
All my fears and doubts,
As I beg for one good line.
The notes I sing in hopes for grace,
Won't make up for what I've done.
With each refrain, my efforts wane.
I could only hope that my mind is capable,
Cause Lord knows I've tried.

The things I've said couldn't mean less
Than what I wrote about and hid away
For years I've lived a lie.
It's starting to catch up with me,
While the middle eight does it's best to replace
Each listener with some rhetorical exchange.

Poor minstrel, play for me.
Oh singer, sing to me.
My dear friend, say something.
Hey lover, lie to me.

Are we at the point where the audience joins
For the sake of the song?
I'd say anything, if it meant anything,
At the expense of the rhyme.