Focal Point: Music, Inspiration
*1*
Devoted only to the songs
Once I broke free
The music flowed in a different manor
Yet I found myself it's slave
Once again
I enjoyed it at first
Like before
The shackles were tighter than before
No this time I won't escape
But if I do
I will become it's slave once again
*2*
Music can never be set in stone
For music has a will of its own
No one can hold it
Only to loose it
Music hasn't flown it's fill
It makes the winds seem still
Altering the notes makes a new song
It could be twice as strong
But on thing is certain
Music flows on its own with absolutely uncertain
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