the strings are silent
winds just blow by
some sticks are lying on the floor
and they are asking each other WHY...
there was time when we jammed
and strummed some wild tunes aloud
we were a band
we yelled it and we were proud...
i still walk past by the rainbows
which are lyin on the street
it wasnt about u & certainly not about me
neither it was for few bucks and nor it was for weed....
damn what happened to MEEKAL HASSAN's
where are the CREED
my pluktrum still asks me
is it the music
or the musicians who succeed..
winds just blow by
some sticks are lying on the floor
and they are asking each other WHY...
there was time when we jammed
and strummed some wild tunes aloud
we were a band
we yelled it and we were proud...
i still walk past by the rainbows
which are lyin on the street
it wasnt about u & certainly not about me
neither it was for few bucks and nor it was for weed....
damn what happened to MEEKAL HASSAN's
where are the CREED
my pluktrum still asks me
is it the music
or the musicians who succeed..
Dude... This one is very well written.
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