Music Embryo

Dear Society,
 It seems most music lately is all the same song
 Cookie cutting its way to the top
 Killing people in its path with familiarity
 Music is waiting for a savior
 It pleads for an option of discrepancy
 It bleeds from neglect and audible cruelty
 It radiates now-a-days from made up personality
 We're all waiting
 It pleads for a chance to renew itself
 It bleeds out the bodies of humans
 It mediates day-to-day life
 ...or it could anyway
 We're all waiting
 It's been a couple of years now
 We've been waiting patiently
 We need something that can paint the evening
 Please write back soon
 We're all waiting
 I write this letter to all who cut this tree from its roots.
 Damn the time moves so slow in this music embryo.
 If we make it there the hatching will begin.
 It will be celebrated by the world
 with an unruly release of all worries.
 Listen to what has grown, traditions been overthrown
 But if we make it there the hatching will begin
 Make the change happen, bring music back to life
 Bring us an unruly release of all worries, I'm begging you please.
 This impatience hopefully proves the urgency.
 Yours truly,
 Music Embryo