Hoping for life,
He hears a small sound,
Confirming it lives,
Listening to what he found.
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Music Of Life
Hoping for life,
He hears a small sound,
Confirming it lives,
Listening to what he found.
He sees nothing but air,
Thinking in his mind,
Loving the echoes,
Realizing he is blind.
Chuckling with joy,
No longer in strife,
He sets out on his own,
Remembering the music of life