MUSIC
Music! Give me enough of it !
The water of life I drink when I get sick
My solace and senses I feel in it
My sole nirvana when I’m nerve-stricken, I’m hit
Your rhythms take my spirits high,
Epiphany your name is, the only truth, no lies
To the highest skies my soul you rise
My eyes and cries reaching to you, when I cut all my ties
You still enliven me, inspire my drives
It’s been an eternal journey between us, my torment demise!
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