What is the one thing that links all of us?
That link some call magic is called music,
Some listen with an iPod on the bus,
Some play it on a guitar with a pick.
Some of us use it to show how we feel,
Feeling madder, gladder, what's life to me?
We could put all our feelings in a reel,
Or we could burn our life on a CD.
Life moves on and who knows what it will show,
The weaker of us step just out of range,
The stronger of us let life freely flow,
We all know that the music’s sound will change.
And not unless our life-filled bodies drop,
Will our life’s music fin’lly slow and stop.
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