Hear it out,
Listening to the loud sounds;
Let it blast in your head,
Through your ears;
It speaks your fears,
It says why you let tears fall.
It knows your feelings,
And bleeds them out.
It says why you cry,
And why you should try.
It give you hope,
Every note;
It gives encouragement,
Tells the stories of your age
It tells you what inside.
It opens the doors that are shut;
You can mute it,
But it’s inside your head.
It tells you what your soul is trying to say,
It makes you start to pray.
It gives joy,
And it destroys the wall you have built.
It’s there,
When you feel like no one else is.
It’s called music.
