Twirling 'words' in 'lyrics' stood,
not to hope to understood,
to be heard seemed a could,
knot alone,
in such was put.
As such notes played in 'tunes'
public plight created boom.
Music shows,
found a fight,
in the burn the flame is blast.
Knot against,
to know this might,
maybe more will feel the right.
A fountain of Opera's provide,
simply loved can't deny,
Mozart Scores like Chopin Lore'd,
until their death they were ignored.
The common thread,
we'll all be dead,
history, places, in our head,
sew 'To Continue' in life's Venue,
a stream of natural flows, a sinew.
Dreams are ways to beat old days,
a personal war to manage doors,
produce a key to unlock deeds,
too find the strength that I did need.
Promoting 'Stance' with only Chance,
is writing letters,
a public romance,
to invite a further dance,
production of a play.
The footstep print only meant,
that churning 'Page' was a similar sent,
it's rent!!
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