Music is the only thing I can turn to.
The only thing that is there for me forever,
other than writing that is.
It's something i can loose myself in,
it engulfs me.
Swallowing me whole.
It's there for every tear that drops;
every muffled scream,
and every shout of hate.
It's the only thing that listens indefinitely.
Forever it breathes words of sorrow,
Music.
It scars the heart.
Leaves an imprint on my soul.
Always there;
letting me know I am not alone.
On my journey of life.
As I drop tears of shame,
music comforts my thoughts.
Music doesn't drowned out my thoughts,
it enhances what I ponder on about.
Like me,
on center stage.
A microphone that makes my voice boom,
so it can be heard.
Center stage,
Everyone listens; everyones stares.
My life is full of hope and fear.
Everyone believe,
please
believe me,
when I say believe in music
and its power to love,
for the energy the artists give,
and put into their music.
Believe me when I say this:
Music is alive.
Music to me,
it's immortal.

By:
Fear of Hope