Be The Tool

How much love to see and free, you name it as three, by the wisdom came through, Jazz it up, when you move unserved wind to combine, untied the knots in a different way, the body would take it forward enough, depends on length to untwisted each other, not unsure to squeeze it softly and tender to refuse it, up toward the process of rhythm, the melody came from you, let the harmony to use one thunderous voice to be heard by speak and sing same time straight of sound

Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-25-18