Music
I feel the power in my veins,
Singing with great feeling
as the verses release my pains,
and I feel my soul slowly healing.
Then I can feel my high coming down
and I look around me once again.
I thought I saw something, a crown,
but it was nothing but the rain.
Then I hear a beat
and I listen closely,
for I must meet
it mostly.
I need to remain calm,
this song, my only balm.
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