If I Had To Live Without
I cannot live without sound.
Take my sight of my taste,
But never what joy I've found,
In the exilirating vibrations of sound.
Through sound comes emotion,
Through it comes stories,
Of love and endless devotion.
Nothing else can sway my emotion.
So if I had a choice,
Between what I'd lose first,
I'd quickly raice my voice,
Becuase with sound, there really is not choice.
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