Everyday Memoirs

By ShutterBug

Music is the Language of the Soul..

Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel,
but I see, tears flow quietly.

The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing,
paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me.
And I can't take it, no I can't help but wonder...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.

Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none left but the last one, free, unhesitatingly.
And I am humbled, I'm a broken mirror, and I can't help but wonder...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Why when they walk with love alone?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Just trying to find their way home.
--Poets of the Fall, "Beautiful Ones"


Music is my way of coming to terms with the reality of nearly every situation in my life and Sometimes music speaks in ways your heart cannot,
it provides the subtitles to your life. Every song has a story to tell and to every person that story is different even when its the same song.
Music is the Soul's remedy for everything.. Music can change your mood.. That is why, when in doubt let the music speak for you..
--NekoChan

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