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The music of our souls


I sit here listening to the keys as I type

Trying to figure out all the hype,

Queen plays in my head as loud as can be

My thoughts bite the dust swinging to bohemian rhapsody


The rhythm of the space bar makes haste

I have to get the beat out got no space to waste

My fingers jazz out in three time

Swinging back to New Orleans like a bluesy foosy rhyme

  

The keys keep springing right back to position

And I keep going on with this pretentious mission

My soul plays on, like the keys of my piano

But my heart has reached a brick wall with nowhere to go


If only I could dance to the rhythm of my own drum

Maybe someday that moment will come

If only we could sing out loud and clear

That music within our souls, without fear.