The melodies play the sweetest,
In the deepest depths of gloom...
Words bleed out best from harmonies
From the darkest corners of the room.
Voices hit the angelic notes
When rising to thwart aggression...
Nothing soars above the darkness
More than standing against oppression.
Gnarled black fingers pluck the chords,
Illustrating their profound pain...
I'll play their record one more time
Because I feel like falling again.
Some artists shared their music,
It was all they had to give...
Teaching me to navigate through
A life harder than I'll ever live.
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