Music

it plays softly 
the beat is like a wave 
rolling through the air
i sing with it as softly as i can 
mother yells to turn it down, 
at a level i can't even hear
i tell her its not loud 
she continues to yell 
i love this sound
i want to be able to hear it 
if it disappears, i wont be able to bear it

teenfree verse

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James Fraser

July 2, 2010 at 5:11 PM

It's a learning curve as we listen and grow, we can become Anarchy, even in our home. When we are at that age to close our eyes, it's all against us and we tend to despise. But the truth follows as we were told in our past, the clever in Anarchy, they just never last. Pride and respect are round our corners of life, it's the clever who learn, and look back on their strife. Look to you future, for there will come a day, you'll remember that track, go for it re-play >> James