Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay.
I’m getting used to this
Don’t you dare miss this
The restless nights
Kept disturbing me
Yet music gives me peace,
Makes me sleep and can really ease
The pain that gives me so much stress
In all these seasons,
With every reason,
I cannot live without it
Harmony has become my healer.
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