Music is a passion.
Not a describing word for your fashion.
Music is an escape,
To some other beautiful place.
Music is a form of expression,
That keeps you away from that depression.
For some people, it's an obsession,
But that doesn't give most a bad impression.
Music is a wondrous thing,
All it needs is a person to sing.
Music is a dream,
A piece of cloth, bursting at the seams.
It drives us to be who we are,
It drives us to go that far.
We walk the distance,
And run the length,
Of persistence.
All because of the melodies and notes;
The beats that play in our ears,
Those rhythms that wash away our fears.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
Music is a passion.
Not a describing word for your fashion.
Music is an escape,
To some other beautiful place.
Music is a form of expression,
That keeps you away from that depression.
For some people, it's an obsession,
But that doesn't give most a bad impression.
Music is a wondrous thing,
All it needs is a person to sing.
Music is a dream,
A piece of cloth, bursting at the seams.
It drives us to be who we are,
It drives us to go that far.
We walk the distance,
And run the length,
Of persistence.
All because of the melodies and notes;
The beats that play in our ears,
Those rhythms that wash away our fears.
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