I am a Musician
I am a musician.
They didn't teach us to hate,
They taught us to harmonize.
I am a musician.
Where sadness meat sound,
And joy is a melody.
I am an artist.
We paint melodies in tragedy
To show you you're not alone.
I am an artist.
We share in your joy,
Composing dances to celebrate.
I learned that differences make symphonies
Which make emotion tangible.
There's power in unisons,
More still in harmonies.
Chord to chord makes a melody,
Melodies make songs,
And songs say everything words cannot.
I am a musician.
We march with the times,
And love to the beat of your heart.
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