In the world of chaos and strife,
Where nations clash and wage their strife,
Persons of the battles, cries, and harm,
I rise as Music, the perfect bomb.
With melodies that transcend the land,
I whisper peace, where weapons stand.
My harmonies, a balm for wounded souls,
Unifying hearts, mending the shattered wholes.
From East to West, and North to South,
I transcend borders, erasing all doubt.
No boundaries can confine my power,
In every beat, I weave a golden shower.
I am the rhythm that knows no divide,
Uniting hearts, casting hate aside.
Notes like flowers, bloom in the air,
My symphony, a testament to love's affair.
Through strings and keys, I play my part,
Igniting compassion in every heart.
Lyrics as weapons, to fight for peace,
Melodies that heal, never to cease.
For in the world of sound and tune,
A revolution echoes, stirring the moon.
I am Music, the catalyst of change,
Shaking foundations, rearranging the range.
Oh, nations torn by war and strife,
Hear my plea, embrace the fife.
Lay down your arms, let music guide,
In its harmonies, true peace resides.
For the real bomb, in truth, is me,
In melodies that set your spirit free.
Let music be your weapon of choice,
And fill the world with a harmonious voice.
So, let the symphony of love resound,
And in its cadence, let peace be found.
I am Music, the perfect bomb,
Exploding hearts with a peaceful psalm.