Pick the strings of my heart,
to the melody I can't hear.
Tune it just right for playing,
for when sadness begins to sear.
Sound the horns of courage,
resonate triumph in it's best.
Ring out the sound of brass,
rusted metal lay at rest.
Sing choruses of past dreams,
cry out in painful thunder.
Sing about what we had,
and all our fatal blunders.
Play keys of all regrets,
build chords of lament at it's worst.
Mourn for denying chances,
no matter how it coerced.
Direct the band of life,
lead the chorus of corruption.
Life is just an orchestra,
and world in self-destruction.
Author notes
Just felt like doing something musical.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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sweet!
one of the best yet dear!!!!!!!
just like you, very musical
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haha dude thats real (sic) i really liked how you made everything in life to be some type of music, ive never really seen anything else like it by the other potheads on this site haha i love you my unloved fedex baby chunk
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