Underneath the skin, a single notion
supports how life unfolds from start to end.
Beneath the bustle of the world’s commotion,
it floats in just a whisper on the wind.
In quiet moments, it can be detected,
first here, then there, and then it’s gone again.
This song speaks to the lonely and infected,
the disenfranchised and the left behind.
To listen is feel far less neglected,
to find relief to ease a troubled mind;
and in the falling darkness, light a candle
that saves the world from stumbling on, blind.
If you sit still and listen, you will hear
a music that transcends both hate and fear.
02 JUN 2017
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