The Music

You seem tired and worn out,
and time has stolen my intelligence.
Hand in hand if we look about,
Iím sure weíll find our innocence.

With past as our base,
our present, we have to nurture.
In my eyes if you gaze,
youíll get a glimpse of your future.

You need more courage than some trust,
I canít help, if I seem stubborn.
I want more than to quench your thirst.
you gave me pride I canít return.

Make me a home up in the skies,
turn me into your shining star.
Take me away from judging eyes,
where pointing fingers are afar.

Youíll never regret nor repent
my rhythm wonít stop once I start.
With your body as my instrument,
Iíll make music to sooth your heart.




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