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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