I don’t know what happened; it was quick.
Now, writing in the rain, feeling lost,
Trying to go on, but being weak.
If I don’t stop it, it’d be worst.
The beautiful voice that sounds so good.
Strumming the guitar with skilled fingers,
Or filling the air with piano tunes;
Singing songs that make me feel better.
Compose sweet tunes, and make me listen.
Sing lines; distract me from this nightmare.
Musical talent makes dreams; you can.
Play the high notes and set the chords free.
The great musician that you can be
Who captivates sad people like me.
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