Where the music lies, beats freely;
but I couldn't hear it before-- like
winds that come to carry away the storms,
your words
saved me?
Scared me; how accurately they pertained
to the broken stones that lay as the base
of my Life-- I cherish you, and I fear you...
I call to you and your response is empty;
flat and stagnant as the pools of liquid gray
that enamel the Earth.
Who are you?
Author notes
Don't leave behind school, let music find you there, without an education and great grades the sweet chords of melody will become to distant to hear-- listen, wisdom is all around us
I don't know who sent this to me, and I guess I never will. A mysterious message that rid my thoughts of dropping out...
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