I Was Raised By Music
And I don't care if you tell me that it isn't possible
Because look at me when I say
"Music raised me"
No it can not physically hold me and comfort me
It can not embrace me in for a hug or wipe the tears from my face
But, mentally and emotionally
Believe me when I say, "It was there"
Through the good and the bad
The fears and the overwhelming amount of tears
You may think of me as a bad person when I say this but
"Music has taught me more than anything my parents could even bother to say"
Lyrics are my safety blanket
And the music is my lullaby
I can gladly say with the help of music
I'm still breathing and alive
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