This Thing Is Called Music
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This thing that makes me smile
Something about it
Makes my heart beat for miles
They say my eyes lit
When the bass dropped down under
When the piano rang
When the beat was like thunder
I just went and sang
Like it would last forever
But is never does
To me, it's like a shelter
Sometimes it's like fuzz
Soft and made for a lover
Other times it's rough
Where it's loud, heavy, and hard
Mainly for the tough
Though you should not just bombard
When creating it
You must become one with it
Love and cherish it
Be sensitive towards it
When creating it
You shouldn’t be selfish, now
You should preform it
Once done, go on, take a bow
You’ll see that no one will sit
For this work of art
Is bound to make anyone
Want to create it
This thing that makes me happy
Is what makes the world
A much happier planet
During its presence
You see smiles and laughter
Tears of sadness or of joy
You feel emotion
It makes you open your eyes.
It can tell stories
It can express your feelings
This thing lives in hearts
That have been hurt and torn
That have lived life
This thing that makes me happy
Will take me so far
This thing that makes me happy
Is the best, by far.