Lyrics in a notebook are disclosed unto the world
Out of their secret columns, they are siphoned and unfurled
Contemplated feelings formulated through the years
Journaling the glories and the days of tragic tears
Hours in seclusion, etching solace with my pen
Bleeding the emotions that could not be kept within
Spoken are the chronicles, my heart's resounding words
Voiced into the airwaves, leveed free, like freedom's birds
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that is good! ! ! ! for me music is something that heals and something that is always there, i always miss my piano when ever I go some were! !