Soliloquy of the Hopeful Human
From above, the muse of the angels, rides on the shoulders of courageous young men and women. That for various reasons, chose to play on the virtuous instruments, the ballads of those who truly lived life and wrote the songs that surrenders to the heart. Taking the oath of life that endears the vibrancy of inspired sounds, and communicates the nature of peaceful fulfillment. The quiet climax of musical passions, that makes love to the ears, and introduces exciting new complications, keeping the vitality present, and fulfill the current explanation of why we are here. Sing the songs of quiet desperation and lonely romantics who value smoky ballads and the soaring sounds of soul, to free the slavery of trends, and the tunes that strain the temples of natural diversity. Then when the sounds take a turn, to join the shakers and the movers, to find that the place we've been looking for, a new place where the tunes are fresh and countries care about spreading love...and not war, could be right here, right now, and right as rain!
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