The Beat of Your Heart

My eyes close as I strum the first cord

My head is lifted as the first note pierces my ears

The melody guilds and lifts me when I'm sad

And takes me to a new world when I can be free

Rolling golden fields,

Or bright yellow daisies

A cold black room,

Or a spine-chilling evening

there is a sorrow to music but there's also joy

There is a pain to every note

But, there is pure hope in each cord

Your pain is expressed through the beat and rhythm,

And your burdens are lifted and brought to freedom.

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