Music
Music is like a great big wave,
That takes away my pain.
I hear it in the morning as I bathe,
And at night, I hear the same.
My heart beats to the rhythm of it,
It beats to a beautiful song.
Feelings of joy that I always get;
Like a wind that stays calm.
When I find myself troubled, I hear
The tinkling sound of the piano.
And like a calm spirit; I do not fear,
Gently, nice and slow.
Is it in my bone that I hear this beat?
Somewhere is a place of laughter!
It is not hard, for it is easy to see,
That music is ALL I am after.
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