My words,
Just the random seeds,
Planted deep within the soil of me.
Often remain silent, yet always conscious,
Between the pages of my thought process.
Give me music with little notes and clefs,
To be played when life strikes certain keys.
We all have a story, we just need the eyes to see it.
My words,
Just the random seeds,
Planted deep within the soil of me.
Often remain silent, yet always conscious,
Between the pages of my thought process.
Give me music with little notes and clefs,
To be played when life strikes certain keys.