It is said that music is love in search of a word. So why not use your voice to make the words? Singing is the medicine that heals the soul's illness. It is like a gentle rub in your strained shoulders, a gentle kiss in your tired eyes and a warm hug in your troubled heart. Missing the right notes and melodies? Sing anyway. Sing out loud in your car, in your room, in your bathroom. Care not who hears, care not who stares. It is the song within that matters, nothing else. Sing with or without a purpose.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Day 21: Sing
It is said that music is love in search of a word. So why not use your voice to make the words? Singing is the medicine that heals the soul's illness. It is like a gentle rub in your strained shoulders, a gentle kiss in your tired eyes and a warm hug in your troubled heart. Missing the right notes and melodies? Sing anyway. Sing out loud in your car, in your room, in your bathroom. Care not who hears, care not who stares. It is the song within that matters, nothing else. Sing with or without a purpose.
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