Beautiful or beautifully tragic, those are the things that come out of the radio static.
The things that will help you when things are dramatic, or push you down until you about had it.
Music is such a powerful thing, it can help lift you, and give you your wings, keep on pushing until everyone sings, or drown you in thoughts till you’re a miserable being.
So wonderful and dreadful all at the same time, like a time keeper who keeps forgetting the time, or a rapper who never learned how to rhyme. So beautiful and tragic are you and I.
So we listen to music, day after day, thinking somehow it will make the feelings go away.
Maybe it will for an hour or two, but eventually the thoughts always come back to you.
So feel the thunder, and the lightning strike, music will always be there night after night, never too far out of your sight, so hold it close, hold it tight.
Slowly people will fade away, but music, my friend, will always stay.
Beautiful or tragic, or a mix of both, there’s no life without it, no love, no hope.