Music comes from deep within the soul, a place so very cold There is A warm feeling that might stop your heart... Because music is my piece of art just put into words and beats and voices it's a bird singing out of a forest, or the wind thats their but you can't not see; the rain that falls from the sky touches you and me, it's the sun that lightens up the dark blue sky even if we sit their and cry, it's the earth that we live on today, it's the world that always complains its the love that we call ashamed it's not just what you hear, you can feel it and imagine what it would be, can you just Imagine with me?
-Porcelain Heart
