lyrics. in. a. h e a r t b e a t.: flake

picking by Alistair Chong

i have to pick myself
up again
let it behind
this fall leaves
me bruised
but she'll be back
shining glow
as before
but now
i have to clean
this tarnished tainted
core.

take. a. look.

Music brings hope. Music moulds the heart, music melts the heart, music shatters the heart and mends it back. Music soaks the face in tears, music wipes them away. Music is the wind you soar on, music is the storm that tatters your wings and pulls you out of the sky. Music brings turmoil, music brings pain. Music is a party, music is the rallying shout of joy. Music is the peace within, music silences the noise. Music is life.

Music is pure. Lyrics are soul. Here are lyrics and within lie emotions. What is the beauty of lyrics? The beauty is what you see. The beauty comes from inside of you. It's what you make of the world. Find a piece of the world here. Cue music.

lyrics. in. a. h e a r t b e a t.

pulse.

6.5.08

flake

2 comments:

friends.

who? am? i?

take. a. look.

me. in. the. past.