Sunset Rising - Poem by Mark Hopwood
Put your soul in the hands of the music, man
You may think you can't be saved, But you can
So let the movement shake your soul
Come on, Come on now take control
And shine like a sunset rising.
Beyond the rising sunset, Truth through the eye
Let the music lift you up to the golden sky
Within a sunset, shining and rising high
So put your soul in the hands of the music, man
Like a sunset rising, music will never die.
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