Throughout life, it felt as if it were just a black hole

The black hole that takes away every inch of light out me

Leaving nothing but darkness

And so I walk this earth just marching to sea 

Like those, with no purpose 

 

As a child, I felt different 

Questions every action

And trying to comprehend us

 

Every person does not take a step without their mind battling 

You see a person does things for a reason, no matter how good or bad

A person who struggled finding friends sees the world different 

A person who cannot control their dark mind, sees the world different 

A person who had everything in life, sees the world different 

So who are we to say a person's action is wrong

 

And so hearing the different type of rhythm and beat

Helped me understand the problems 

Problems within ourselves

That have the tidal waves crashing among our eyelids

Not allowing us to open our eyes and see how wrong we have lived 

But if you listen closely to the rhythm

You'll hear people 

Battling to convey their story

 

Music, a powerful tool

Yet, so wonderful

Allows those who are struggling to stop open their eyes

To just listen to those marching to the sea

 

Music are words and rhythm our hearts desires to speak,

Without it, we have lost the voice 

To express the different worlds we come from