The sweet melody of the unknown voices
The emotionally quietness of the piano
The touching chamber of violins
The beat of the African drum
The soul of the universe
The flight to utopia
The escape from everything
The safe kind of high
A helper to the ******
A therapist to the broken
A savior to the lost
Our pained silence
After all we are just broken people
Putting all our hopes and dreams
In this endless symphony
Increasing the volume
High enough
To not hear
Our vicious thoughts
When words fail
It speaks
And to us it is our lives
And the lyrics are just our stories
And this symphony will forever be endless .
~ForestGreenSoul
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
The sweet melody of the unknown voices
The emotionally quietness of the piano
The touching chamber of violins
The beat of the African drum
The soul of the universe
The flight to utopia
The escape from everything
The safe kind of high
A helper to the ******
A therapist to the broken
A savior to the lost
Our pained silence
After all we are just broken people
Putting all our hopes and dreams
In this endless symphony
Increasing the volume
High enough
To not hear
Our vicious thoughts
When words fail
It speaks
And to us it is our lives
And the lyrics are just our stories
And this symphony will forever be endless .
~ForestGreenSoul
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