Music rides to us on the wind,
Music like magic, chases away the silence from our minds,
The loneliness of our souls.
Music, makes us feel happy or sad,
Depending on our feelings within,
Sad to Happy,
Happy to Sad.
Music makes me feel glad!
Music, travels as far as the eye can see and the ear can hear,
Music chases away our fear or makes a tear,
Music, is the wind blowing through trees,
Children playing, birds singing,
New born babies crying,
Feeling the wind blowing on my face,
Seeing the clouds waving at me from the sky.
Can you hear me?
Ocean waves, massaging my feet,
Music, is mommy saying to me, "Don't cry sweetie. I love you."
Music is colorful,
Music is soothing,
Music is maddening!
It tells the story of birth,
Music tells the story of life,
It tells the story of love,
Music tells the story of hate,
It tells the story of death.
Music brings the world together.
I wake up to music,
I fall asleep to music,
I love you music
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