Food for SOUL
May 14, 2009
Stays in my head
Lips try to say it
Whistling along is what I do;
Will get you to move
Move your head or your hip
You will fall for it,
Words along put some sense
Without which is also good;
Anything makes it-
Everyone likes it to be
Served differently,
Tears pour or the faces grin
When it is right into our ears,
Life without this
Would seem to be dumb
Makes us deaf:
Don’t hear
Listen
Few call it waves
Others Music
But My Soul eats it
May 24, 2009 at 9:38 PM
Words??
May 24, 2009 at 9:39 PM
what words???
i`m talking about music