Music Is....
Music Is The Self-Quenching Voice Of Our Souls
It Fills Up
Like Glue Fixes Holes
Like Wind Makes The Ocean Rolls
Music Is The Voice That Speaks Life
It Serenades Us
Like A husband Sings To His Wife
It Controls Us
Like Fate Controls Dice
Music The Love We Never Had
It Consoles Us
When We're Ridiculed For Bad
It Reminds Us
Like Memories When We're Sad
Yet We Still Love It
No We Won't Shove It
Cause We Control It
And When We're With It
We Sore Above It
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