Sometimes the music isn't about the beat.

Sometimes it's about them lyrics, the words it speaks.

Each word drawn right out of the heart,

hoping to find a person to understand.

Understand the pain in just four letters,

understand why she's been sleepin in the same sweater,

wrapped up, ice cold, 4 am, her voice sold.

Sold to the song, hoping people would sing along,

as she pours her thoughts, she pours her words

screaming and dying to simply be heard.

A head perks up, starts singin' along,

the power of the verse doesn't take very long.

I write what i feel, i sing what i wrote, i play those melodies,

surrounding my walls like a moat.

The music, you see, is a damn beautiful thing,

it paints the story, you cannot usually see.

Music binds souls all over the world,

 tight together to topple the tall walls.

DOWN they fall, DOWN they crumble,

each word turns the big castle right into rubble.

Music connects every being, living or dead,

of the words that cannot simply be said

That..is a connection, that cuts so deep,

if that aint connection, the money is yours to keep.