A Silver Line

There is a world

Where I was from

Full of black, and white, and grey.

But then I saw

A silver line

Come through on misty day.

It's hard like steal, 

But small and light

And makes a beautious sound.

Then I decided

On that day

To turn my world around.

I took that flute

And made it mine

And now I can't see grey

Because of music

I see there's more

Now I see through the fray. 

As you see 

That silver line

Flipped my world around

I took a chance

Without a glance

Now music is my ground.

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