Escaping the Music
Escaping the Music
The music was soft,
As the wind blows aloft,
As I listened, the style meek,
The rhythm brushed across my cheek,
In days gone by,
So hard we try,
To make music such as this,
Like a soft summer mist,
That flows through your soul,
Like stories long untold,
And at the end of the song,
We find we've waited for so long,
For the magnificent task,
From present to past,
So each generation awaits,
For the splendor to awake,
To take us all today,
To a land far, far away,
To dream of the dreams,
We can only scarcely redeem,
For our imaginations to run wild,
Like that of a small child,
To break loose of mentality,
And escape all reality,
Escape all troubles and fears,
Escape the cause of all tears,
But the music never wakes,
All we do is sit and wait,
But as the music remains,
And we stat to go insane,
We suddenly awake,
To find it all fake,
It was all just a dream,
A single, simple, hopeful dream.
The music was soft,
As the wind blows aloft,
As I listened, the style meek,
The rhythm brushed across my cheek,
In days gone by,
So hard we try,
To make music such as this,
Like a soft summer mist,
That flows through your soul,
Like stories long untold,
And at the end of the song,
We find we've waited for so long,
For the magnificent task,
From present to past,
So each generation awaits,
For the splendor to awake,
To take us all today,
To a land far, far away,
To dream of the dreams,
We can only scarcely redeem,
For our imaginations to run wild,
Like that of a small child,
To break loose of mentality,
And escape all reality,
Escape all troubles and fears,
Escape the cause of all tears,
But the music never wakes,
All we do is sit and wait,
But as the music remains,
And we stat to go insane,
We suddenly awake,
To find it all fake,
It was all just a dream,
A single, simple, hopeful dream.