88 keys ,
The 36 blacks help harmonize my dream,
Time never waits 2 hear my song,
So I run away with my theme,
Only 4 fingers strike the chords,
The fifth seems to be broken,
Loss time I can’t afford,
So some notes turn out to be unspoken,
But the lyrics link the hook to the chorus,
As if I never was at loss,
As if I never lost focus,
At times when I thought that it was better,
to not be myself,
I take the music that’s within me and just soak into the depth,
Wassup everyone my name is Morgan and I'm a young writer/music producer/basket-ball star. I'm 17 and a senior eager to head off to college and face the world. I love poetry it becomes the lyrics to my music. I play 5 diff instruments (piano, guitar, drums, trumpet, clarinet).
