My Music… Will it reach them? The vitality of my soul, The epitome of my identity Can they feel it?
Can it reverberate into the ears of the deaf? Can it dye the eyes of the blind? Can it tremble through the fingerprints of the heartless? Can it be felt through all kind?
What I have to offer Isn’t much but If you can feel it ******* worth, my efforts, my spirit Close your eyes from the flash of my strength
Then every bloodshed practice Every grueling repeat Every sip of bitter scalding tea Will all be complete
After all, music is selfish Played for the sake of yourself To prove to others the effort you put in Did not go to waste
With every practice That annoys and aggravates A trace of confidence stretches over Knowing you tried while others didn’t
Purely to satisfy your thoughts You continue to let loose feelings Emotions all to vent and filter out Into every precise note you hit
However, Music is selfless Played for the listener's enjoyment Their pleasure reciprocates your own And fuels you to push through
It’s always dedicated to someone In the corner of your heart To the person who lights it up And warms it from the inside out
Music is more beautiful when it’s made for you Maybe it’s because you put a face To the lighthearted tune that trickles into the room And slips a smile in people’s face
And yet To take the one thing I had to offer Rip every painstaking stitch practice put in God, you are cruel Heartless Evil The gift you gave me, you ****** back Just from one accident
Now what I have to give Is nothing but rumors I don’t want your facades Your condolences Your prayers I wanted your admiration Your praise Your attention I wanted my gift to be respected and acknowledged
But now Instead of applause I get apathy Instead of smiles I get sympathy Instead of prizes I get pity