I met Angel Michelli's mom on the Net where singers assemble and post their songs. Angel is a young lady who was born blind and autistic. When I first heard her sing and play the piano I was taken over...what a gift God gave her! She hadn't had a d
Stan loves music, is published (EMI/Capitol), and has experience performing on radio and TV when it was live in the good old days. These days he's just writing
Songwriter of pop, country, inspirational songs. I like to write. I travel a lot to Asia...so my music may have an Asian influence.
Lyrics
© August 8, 2006 Stan Loh. Written for Angel Michelli, a blind and autistic Texan who plays the piano like a pro.
Verse 1
I’m not a prisoner of my body,
I’m not a captive of my eyes,
No chains to tie me to distress,
No I’m not crying out so let the matter rest.
I can stand on my own,
Reap the fortunes I’ve sown,
Cause I know myself,
I can sense and touch,
To change the clutch,
Scale a higher shelf.
I can play on my own,
In theatres unknown,
Where to cut and trim,
I know my mother’s kiss,
Is full of bliss,
Filled right to the brim.
Verse 2
I feel peculiar sounds like no one,
I can tell when the sun is almost done,
I can sense black from white on the keys,
Of the pianoforte that mom just brought to me.
I can play on my own,
In theatres unknown,
Where to cut and trim,
I know my mother’s kiss,
Is full of bliss,
Filled right to the brim.
Bridge
Just because I can’t see,
Doesn’t mean I want your pity,
I Praise my God above,
He showers me with His love,
He makes me stand on my own,
Reap the fortunes I’ve sown,
Cause I know myself,
I can sense and touch,
To change the clutch,
Scale a higher shelf.
Repeat …
I can play on my own …
Repeat …
Outro
I love my mother’s kiss.
