A Song To Me Is

There's A River Somewhere That Flows Through The Lives Of Everyone.

I Have Been On Diets That Were Supervised By Doctors, That Were Carefully Supervised Where I Lost Weight.

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face I Thought The Sun Rose In Your Eyes

Strumming My Pain With His Fingers, Singing My Life With His Words, Killing Me Softly With His Song.

Music Is An Art Form That Doesn't Need To Be Explained. It Needs To Be Performed; It Needs To Be Felt; It Needs To Be Listened To; It Needs To Progress.