We live so many lives in one life. Everytime we Hope, a new one begins.
She was hidden inside,from the world outside,forbidden to sway.The wonder, the hope,in their brightest robe,would take the darkness away. That symphony, that unusual rhyme,Oh its time, its time,it’s the clock ticking.Her adventure would begin,with the coming hour,when she’ll outgrow as a flower. “Adventure of a bud begins when it becomes a flower.”
Happiness is that string, which if breaks, takes the Magic away from our Musical Life. life is an instrument with many strings but only the string of happiness creates a Magical Melody.