WITHOUT a VOICE
A breath, a sigh, a pulse that beats.
We need the hum, the rhythm's sway.
It fills the quiet, empty rooms,
and lifts the spirit when it falls.
A gentle tune, a powerful drum,
it speaks a language understood
by hearts that ache and souls that soar.
It tells our stories, makes us one.
Without its voice, the world would still,
a canvas bare, a silent plea.
But music paints the air with life,
and helps us be what we can be.
We need the hum, the rhythm's sway.
It fills the quiet, empty rooms,
and lifts the spirit when it falls.
A gentle tune, a powerful drum,
it speaks a language understood
by hearts that ache and souls that soar.
It tells our stories, makes us one.
Without its voice, the world would still,
a canvas bare, a silent plea.
But music paints the air with life,
and helps us be what we can be.
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Music is one of the most important things for human beings to live.
Music is everything calms my noisy head❤️