Sing it Sister, Sing it.

I love song.
Song is one of the things I cling to when I'm feeling down and low.
I love music. It is one of the essential things in my survival tool-kit. It speaks to me and speaks to my soul. Sometimes when the words in the song cannot speak to me all I need is the beat, the pattern and the way in which the song is sung. The sound of the voices do things to my heart I cannot explain.

I love music because it speaks to me. It heals me. It makes me feel worse sometimes but just seems better than crying on someone else's shoulder. It is my best friend, in a way. It helps me become creative, opens me up and inspires me to be the best. Gives me hope that there is more to love, gives me hope that there is more to life than meets the eye.

With song I am home. When I am alone with song I am at peace with myself. I am alone but I am with all else. Everything makes sense. I am only me, no worries. Nothing. Everything becomes it. I know everything. I can see everything and I become anything I have ever wished to be.

Song speaks to me in volumes. Tells me things that I want to hear- the truth, the lies, the possibilities of being me, the possibilities of being free. It speaks to me in all languages. We go places together. It keeps my secrets. It accepts me and makes me look for the real me and teaches me to accept what I find.  Song judges me and tells me I am imperfect. It is okay to be imperfect. Song tells me I am the best. Gives me courage that I can do everything I set my mind to. Song is never jealous of me. Song loves memore than anyone and anything else in this world.
Thank God I am Song.