An Angels Band


The notes that flow in the world we know are like miracles in the sand. The music we hear was meant to be clear and not tarnished by hands of man.
The unborn song has yet to be done , to make my belief in music go bad. Think of the masters brand on the fellas hand, that's the leader of the angels band.
One practice session or even a lesson, from this angels hand I'd have birth. I'd realized I could just hypnotize the entire population on earth. I wonder if they play the blues or with nothing to lose, like the worldly comitments we do.
Oh just one jam with this wonderful band would be quite a feeling to me. Or just to know you were caring you're load, in the music that was going to be.
Maybe some day I'll be going to play with my instrument tucked under my fold, because there will be a ticket for thee to come and see me, in the auditorium of gold.

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