Setting song, like setting suns, so many books passed by with zero pages looked on.
One lyric, one word, one verse, one paragraph, risen to grab a life, just to have a bite.
Will that knowledge be passed on, or passed by, wisdom flies high,
but in the end will it bend, and take shape. Not listening our greatest mistake
. So gentle words go where their place is, and musical notes go where their taste is!