The Sound of Music is therapy to a broken soul... 

broken tiles in the house with broken doors... 

the books with the dust collected shelves... 

to handle our issues we lay on the seabed of empty promises.

It created a beach...

where there is land but no hope, where we sell & exchange souls instead of our shoes... hopeless fools.

Our only peace are the songs of the so full of passion and purpose and pain nothing to lose and nothing to gain,

need I say more?

so I say more to keep you entertained...

the energy of love is hidden in the eyes of the stars...

scars that carress the skin of warriors returning from war ridden land...

where love is an untold myth...

Music completes our incomplete desires

He completes his mission by obtaining from his hidden desires 

Still a myth?

Imagine being blind in the woods and finding the truth of sight within the breath of the trees...

each breath more calming than the last each breath creates...

harmonies within the symphony of our souls...

my troubles stem from much more than fear...

though I did fear...

but now I am...

A house full of broken tiles and broken hearts...

whilst you’re looking through the peephole everyone inside is celebrating...

ululating enjoying the richness of our majestic history 

forgive me for not forgetting 

for getting caught up in it all...

I was up in the eye of the storm...

spearheading to my dreams...

when our weapons or one’s tools to survive...

then to protect...

but who am I to tell you how it used to be?

Who am I to tell you about a place born inside of me?

when will I feel as connected to Akebulan as I used to be?

I guess I’ll just wear these tribal marks.