Head phones blaring,
Faces staring at you all around.
Glares can be seen coming from all directions.
You feel trapped and alone,
With no one to turn to but yourself,
And the beats of the music.

I rely on the chords of the guitar;
Beat of the drums;
Powerful vocals,
To get me through life.
My mind is racing,
Racing like my fingers strumming on the guitar
The beat of the drum is like my heart,
Filled with powerful emotions.
I listen to these words,
They inspire my soul,
give me new life,
it renews my passion.

 
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