My tissues were strewn across the room,
I'm lonely, empty, faint, and blue
Smoking my sorrows with my shaky pen
trapped in the corner of the martyr's den
then i open my eyes and see you there,
now music notes are dancing everywhere
you see my need for a friend
together we try to make misery end
entwined together, we made harmony
a thin line we crossed between war and peace
now my words can sing, we are one
i'll take your hand, our journey's begun
united in love, now you're flying in me
this is the story of when Music met Poetry...
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