I am not carrying the plague.
I am carrying the key to the future of music.
It slowly opens many doors.
The voices will crumble, should I lose it.
I am carrying a bulletproof shield.
Defending shots fired from sometimes the enemy,
But mostly from my own army.
I am carrying a pair of shoes.
With me, they have walked through the storms
And danced in the rays.
I am carrying a little light.
Although somedays it doesn't shine,
I call it Hope.
In my life, I am carrying many things.
Yet I am grateful,
For I am not carrying the plague.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
I am not carrying the plague.
I am carrying the key to the future of music.
It slowly opens many doors.
The voices will crumble, should I lose it.
I am carrying a bulletproof shield.
Defending shots fired from sometimes the enemy,
But mostly from my own army.
I am carrying a pair of shoes.
With me, they have walked through the storms
And danced in the rays.
I am carrying a little light.
Although somedays it doesn't shine,
I call it Hope.
In my life, I am carrying many things.
Yet I am grateful,
For I am not carrying the plague.
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