music is my passion
i like every beat that goes on
music is what i breathe
music is there since birth
it is a blind witness of my frustrations
a bizarre outlet of my intoxications
a scapegoat on a morbid wordly expectations
and a descriptions of all the wild emotions
music can fulfill every inch of my desire
an open ground of a burning wire
baring the deepest soul to dare
just like air it is everywhere
music will spread on like tomorrow
where only time can beat and borrow
surely can cure all the unfastened sorrow
in this phase of unchanging narrow
music everybody can wear
along with a silent reverie and a tear
they speak it with so dear
and tis found everywhere
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