February 25, 2010
By coboell2 BRONZE, Waverly, Nebraska
coboell2 BRONZE, Waverly, Nebraska
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The music you make is amazing
But you make the rhythm alone
It defines who you are
Your skills are yours to hone
Alone this single guitar

The music I make is less
Seldom do I get the chance
Therefore my skills are a mess
The drums are lacking the beat to dance
Yet through practice and strife
The beat begins a new life

The beat finds rhythm
The sound is leaves in aw
No more is it you or I
It has now become us

Through time the band has grown
Skills get bet year by year
Now that we're no longer alone
The crown stands up and begins to cheer

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Milo! said...
on Mar. 11 2010 at 4:07 pm
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.


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