Fine tuned; a crimson soaring scroll
Of rampant tunes and songs of old
Such written to be heard again
Seems so bad but feels so good
Almost like a sin
The notes carried by the grace of air
Into our hearts through our ears we share
A common commotion deep inside
We feel the flow as we let worries divide
Get lost in the tune and move with the flow
Take in what muse it may abuse
Be sure to never let it go
Let your life slip into the past
As you take your cautious steps
In this world seemingly so vast
Become one with life's flavored tune
Take it in and let your sight resume,
As you wander the silver latent streets
You move to the music
By it's out spoken beat
Dance within your total being
Never cease to care
Caring shows you see the world
For more of what should be there.
And in this feeling of emotions flying
You'll feel the rhythm never dieing,
Though you'll feel your fear subsiding
Which is how it's meant to be
Go on and prance
The endless dance
Which is your life you'll see.
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