A single note, a whispered start,
A vibration in the air, a beat within the heart.
It rises soft, then bold and clear,
To banish doubt and conquer fear.
A melody begins to weave,
A tapestry for souls who grieve.
It finds the cracks where sorrow hides,
And pours its golden light insides.
The rhythm pulses, low and deep,
Awakening the hopes that sleep.
A thunderous crash, a cymbal's call,
Inspiring us to stand up tall.
It speaks a language all can know,
From desert sands to arctic snow.
It bridges gaps of time and space,
A unifying, saving grace.
It paints the scenes within the mind,
For loves we've lost and joys we find.
A symphony of memory,
It sets the captive spirit free.
So let the chord in triumph ring,
The universal song we sing.
A force that's timeless, pure, and true,
The endless power, living in me and you.
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