all will be fine

When the darkest cloud rolls into the picture;

When the harshest memories crush me like a feather,

A melodic tune accompanied with verses,

makes warm the cold that had reached the surface

From the dustiest road in the southern pastures,

to the heaviest metal forged by six-stringed axes

The tempo climaxes into the chorus;

The music goes wild and reclaims my focus

What magic is written by both words and strings

serves as my beacon to peace in all things

Music and poetry are arts that can heal;

Faced with many trials, I confirm this is real.

They have saved my life much more than one time;

by showing me, in time, that all will be fine.