The Music Of My Ancestors

Music is like love flowing through the air.
The people who can hear dance to the beat.
Not everyone can hear not everyone will care.
You see the rhythm dancing in their feet.

My ancestors drum beat flows through my veins.
Music flowed through them like it flows through me.
To not hear the music would be such pain.
They taught me to love music, can't you see?

The music is out there waiting for you.
Playing in the air whistling in the wind.
If you listen close you can hear it too.
Your ancestors song to you they will send.

The music will always play in my heart.
My love for the music will never part.

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