Rock
Rock,just 1 of many gifts life gives us.
No,not just an exelent type of music,it is a life style.
Growing in the most hidden places of earth,under our feet.
Getting closer.Until its here.
Guitars scream announcing its arrival,drums are stuck by lightings
that roar as they strike.
Many of us are confused,all of us enjoy.
A lot just don't understand the magic of this sound.
Others are scared and think that all this awesomeness
comes from the dark.
NO i say,it comes from......
The lights of a stage in the one time turns of and
rock goes on!!!!!
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