Escape
Music makes me feel free
Makes me see the things that are unseen
It’s like the arms of a father,
In a broken family
It acts like a bandaid,
To a severe cut
It drags me far away from the city,
Taking me into a place free from pity.
Music is my escape.
I was broken
And now I am healed.
I was trapped in burden,
But now I am free.
With him,
Everything is possible.
With him,
I have everything.
With him,
I am complete.
“He does not merely Love,
He is Love.”
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