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I am blooming from the wound where I once bled.

I am blooming from the wound where I once bled. My fathers death provided me depth of understanding, wisdom and unparalleled empathy ❤️

We are the music makers,  And we are the dreamers of dreams,  Wandering by lone sea-breakers,  And sitting by desolate streams;—  World-losers and world-forsakers,  On whom the pale moon gleams:  Yet we are the movers and shakers  Of the world for ever, it seems.    Ode is a poem written in 1874 by the English poet Arthur O'Shaughnessy.

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dreams. Its with this music we create the symphonies of 'The Greatest Story Ever Told" - Your Story!

Music connects people yes that is so true a certain person came to mind when I saw this pic!!! I love him to death and we talk about music all the time !

Music connects people yes that is so true a certain person came to mind when I saw this pic! I love him to death and we talk about music all the time! Especially marching band! MUSIC IS LIFE, LOVE, AND FAMILY