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-P-O-E-M-
life is like a pitch of melody
something high, something low
but you are the part of symphony
sometimes harsh and sometime mellow
for I know who you are
I have been seen beauty in your scars
I have seen music flots through the cracks
that were made by known strangers perhaps
you are like the shadows on the wall
that can't moulded into anything big or small
your imagination has the power to do it all
you stand back up every thing you fall
I know you are afraid of the world
they are not what you expected them to be
so like a snail you lie in your shell curled
like a paranoid you believe you can foresee
something high, something low
but you are the part of symphony
sometimes harsh and sometime mellow
for I know who you are
I have been seen beauty in your scars
I have seen music flots through the cracks
that were made by known strangers perhaps
you are like the shadows on the wall
that can't moulded into anything big or small
your imagination has the power to do it all
you stand back up every thing you fall
I know you are afraid of the world
they are not what you expected them to be
so like a snail you lie in your shell curled
like a paranoid you believe you can foresee
