Music
Through the barriers of space and time,
Its always been around,
And past the differences of age,
Can its presence be found.
Language doesn't matter,
It still speaks the same,
Highs and lows found in one breath,
Wild and stormy or tame.
It can float through the air,
Softly like a bird,
Or pound in your ears,
Screaming to be heard.
It can help to lift your spirits,
When you're feeling low,
Or express deep emotions,
That reach into your soul.
But always in the end,
It has to be confessed,
Music is a part of us,
That can never be suppressed.
Its always been around,
And past the differences of age,
Can its presence be found.
Language doesn't matter,
It still speaks the same,
Highs and lows found in one breath,
Wild and stormy or tame.
It can float through the air,
Softly like a bird,
Or pound in your ears,
Screaming to be heard.
It can help to lift your spirits,
When you're feeling low,
Or express deep emotions,
That reach into your soul.
But always in the end,
It has to be confessed,
Music is a part of us,
That can never be suppressed.