The squirrel scurried gracefully
through the forest as a bow upon a violin.
Where's the Music?
Can you hear the music's roar?
Can you feel the music's beat?
Can you read any ole musical score?
Can you clap your hands and stomp your feet?
Let the music lift you up and make you fly,
Let it envelop you and sing a sweet tune
As your thoughts are away, floating in the sky,
The music will not let the return any time soon.
But a life without music,
A life without song,
Is only when you choose it,
And my friend, that decision is wrong.
So open your soul and let the ballads in,
Because a life without music feels to me a sin.
The ocean's rose The ocean's rose
Is a sight
Is a sprite
Is a playful child
Dancing along the Dancing along the
A lion's roar,
A squeaky door,
Making a sound, a
Difference somewhere, Change in the air,
A change in the air, A difference somewhere,
Pulling and tugging Pulling and tugging at
At your heart,
The feeling you get
When the ocean's waves
Scroll over your feet
Getting you wet.
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