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Music is so full of
love,
of sadness, of
anger, of joy.
Music helps to calm
you, to excite you,
to help you live
life.
Music is serenity,
and wisdom and
power,
Music is all that I
need on a lonely
day.

The rhythm of the
Music, swallows up
my pain,
the sound of the
instruments acts
like a natural
painkiller,
soothing, easing,
holding me tight
till I can't feel no
more.
The lyrics speak to
me in a way that no
one can,
in explosions of
sound, with no
purpose,
but it helps me move
on.

Nobody can reach me
but the artists I
hear, everyday.
With their words of
truth, their words
of inspiration,
their words of . . .
dependance?

Yes. That is all it
is. Dependance.
Dependance on the
beats, the words,
the shell of sound,
that surrounds my
pathetic life.
My life is in the
hands of someone
else.
Someone with control
of my strings.
Pulling me away from
myself, from my
parents, from God.

All it takes is this
knife.
One cut, and the
strings are gone.
Well maybe two. Or
three.
By the time I
finish, I'm a mess,
worse off than
before.
Satan's got control.
I try to hide the
scars that remind
me,
of what I have to
lose. I cover them
up with the dark.
I don't want the
secrets exposed.
But...

God sees through the
darkness. He sees
past my
insecurities,
past my weaknesses,
past my sin. He
grabs hold, and
never lets go.
He leads me out of
the darkness, and
toward the light.
He shows me the way,
the way out of the
pain,
the struggle for
breath, as I get
swallowed up by the
smothering evil of
sin.

He is there to catch
me, when I fall
down,
and pulls me to my
feet, ready to
battle through
another day, week,
month, year.
Waiting, and
waiting, for someone
to rescue me. But He
has already come.
He's been here,
waiting, for me, as
I wait for him.
His name is Jesus,
and He's here to
stay.

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