The Music In Me
No matter how hard I try
I can't control the music inside me
It starts in my head
then down to my feet
It clouds my brain
so that I'm unable to speak
It's indescribable, unexplained
it's like it knows the real me
It knows what I like
It knows how to make me weak
It moves my body
It heals my soul
It turns me from a nobody
into an artist with a rhythm and a goal.
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Copyright © Joya Wortham | Year Posted 2011
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