k.i.l.l.i.n.g..m.e..s.o.f.t.l.y..

strumming my pain with his fingers

singing my life with his word

killing me softly with his song

telling my whole life with his words

killing me softly with his song

i heard he sing a good song

i heard he had a style

i heard he a good man

and so i came to see him

and listen for a while

and there he was this young boy

a stranger to my eyes

strumming my pain with his fingers

singing my life with his word

killing me softly with his song

telling my whole life with his words

killing me softly with his song

i felt he found my letters

and hope he read each one out loud

i prayed that he would finished

but he just kept right on

then he strumming my pain with his fingers

singing my life with his word

killing me softly with his song

telling my whole life with his words

killing me softly with his song