Music
Music
The sound I could never live without
A melody playing in my head
A song that comforts me when in doubt
Yet somehow it always lets me look ahead
Music lets me escape into a new place
Lets me forget the trouble and the pain
Music comes from no country or race
But instead from the heart and the brain
Every song has its own story
A story from the past
Either from a time of glory
Or when everyone felt downcast
Everyone enjoys different music
But still people can connect through the sound
They can make it something therapeutic
Or something that will make them go round and round
It’s something I can enjoy no matter the language
Something I can dance to no matter the rhythm
It will surely reduce the anguish
And also grant inner freedom
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