Gods Gift
The beauty of music is something I can't explain
A perfect picture God created just to keep me sane
But the pictures only perfect when its through my frames
Thinking back on when nobody even knew my name
A demonic visionary nobody could tame
The stress its putting on my brain is driving me insane
You see the music claims my thoughts
Guides me whenever I start feeling lost
Gods gift I would've never made it through it
A young kid with a dream filled with music
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