Become what you want to be,
this new age embraces all good.
Some will be gardeners,
some will be painters.
I chose the path of the musical soul.
See what you want to be,
we did all we could.
Some will grow forests,
some will create new colors.
I will choose to share great musical soul.
This is the place you created.
How we survived, many at first contemplated.
We followed the gateway to a better life.
Be anything you want now. The high life.
In this new life we have everything,
it all makes sense now, we are one.
There is no doubt we are all alike.
We all want what we hold inside.
I still choose the wise musical soul.
You are home, now become anything.
Time to bust out a jam, lets have fun.
Penetrate my soul with a drumstick strike.
Pounds to the core, the beat encourages me not to hide.
This force helps me keep a musical soul.
This is the place we created.
How we survived, many at first contemplated.
We followed the gateway to a better life.
Be anything you want now. The high life.
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