In music, peace is found in the endless soundwaves
a sound with a heartbeat, lost in song
pabletating in the people of the brave
gone in ecstasy of music.
A drug that overtakes the body
controlling us like puppets
we dance like there is nobody
till our feet give out or the trumpets stop.
We make music with our voice
a shout of praise or of grief and failed love
we rejoice in the power of music
We use it as a tool to get through tough times like the wings on a dove.
Music is a drug like no other it can make you fly
higher than the heavens past the earth’s sky.
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