Pages from My Life.

Sing and play and perform, Oh Artist! For a glimpse, into your soul; A treasure hidden, Beneath them pained walls and facades. For in those very moments, every flaw is forgotten, Every misdeed, forgiven; As the inner child leaps within, Pouring out your truths, unashamedly, Revealing the true solitary you, I love, you. There's magic, purely you. Like a trick, efface anything that says otherwise. The art within you is new. A place. To create, to lose, to discover, to be. and the World is waiting! Sing and play and perform, Oh Artist! Page 30