Music Speaks.

Sun, 03/09/2014 - 14:08 -- kimt96

Do I conform and surrender to fear, to society, and contemporary standards

And lock my dreams away the wooden box of fantasies? 

I've always dreamt of touching fragile souls with a graceful stroke of my bow 

I stir in my sleep as the demons taunt from below 

"Wake up, you fool. You'll never prevail." 

Now, with a bow and a fiddle, I tell my tale 

I sing to the people, for hopes and dreams 

 

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