My most treasured item cant really be held in your hand, or put into a box. Because the thing I treasure the most is my music, whether it be singing, playing or (trying to) write, music is my rock.
"My life goes on in endless song, above earth's lamentations.I hear the real though far off song that hails a new creation.No storm can shake my inmost calm, while to that rock I'm clinging.It sounds an echo in my soul;How can I keep from singing?"
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