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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