A thought from above, the sight of the dove, A mysterious rythm, a decsive desicion A floating idea, A nocturnal pangea A country destroyed, with no agreement employed, Our souls light a door, having peace at our core
The sound of the fan fiction, Pulses through the air. The glass Menagerie smashes emissions, As it thunders like a bear. The seeping rhyme and its chime, Sound like a guitar with gentle care. The beat is only worth a dime, But the music is forever there.
the shinning lights first dawn the old era is gone the first solemn day begins the peaceful play Of greenery and hope of sceenery and dope to realize one can change the many and the species is better when it is plenty Heart and our souls light can argue but never fight the music gives birth to the rythm of earth as we re
Music's Say The kind of things that seem to ring in your head everyday, The peoples hearts the pull and tug at your strings anyway, A foggy glimpse of where your life will go as you stare through the malaise, It can't be matched by a new craft from the intonations of music's say. <!-- Ju-Anchor-Footer-
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