A thousand boys and girls play instruments for all to hear.
It was a cacophony of noise that rang throughout all the years.
They play their song amongst the clouds and louder their song gets as it echoes off mountain tops. But then much like how a river changes direction, so did their song.
It became a beautiful melody of sort.
Yet no one could hear it.
The melody was lost in the world, much like a lost traveler trying to navigate his way home.
The song had lost its sense of direction and as a result it sounded more like a cacophony of noise than a song.
The song became like white noise and no one paid any attention to it.
Yet had people given the song a chance, maybe then they would hear it for the beautiful melody that it is today
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It was a cacophony of noise that rang throughout all the years.
They play their song amongst the clouds and louder their song gets as it echoes off mountain tops. But then much like how a river changes direction, so did their song.
It became a beautiful melody of sort.
Yet no one could hear it.
The melody was lost in the world, much like a lost traveler trying to navigate his way home.
The song had lost its sense of direction and as a result it sounded more like a cacophony of noise than a song.
The song became like white noise and no one paid any attention to it.
Yet had people given the song a chance, maybe then they would hear it for the beautiful melody that it is today
Like Tales of My Life on FB: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tales-of-My-Life/1490729464544744?fref=ts
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