The beast awakens from the murky depths.
Thrashing about in the bowels of the sea.
Blue calmness turns violent,
As the erupting rage bubbles to the surface.
Soon, it can no longer be contained.
A merciless tidal wave
is heading for your shore.

And I cannot be held responsible
for what follows.

A grand concert hall in London.
A fancy penthouse suite in Hong Long.
The Pacific Coast highway in a Ferrari.
Enjoying the view from the top of Mt. Everest.

The smile of a child lost long ago.
My bedroom from 1993.
The lakeshore where I had my first kiss.
A warm hug from my grandfather.

So much to see, so much to feel,
but inside I know that none of it’s real.

I have a little light.
It doesn't shine that bright.
But as long as the way ahead is lit,
I know I'll be alright.

I have a little light,
That gives me comfort in the night.
It never stops its gentle glow,
Even when I think it might.

I have a little light,
It's a somewhat simple sight.
It keeps me warm in Winters peak,
and saves me from the icy blight.

I have a little light,
And if you look at it just right,
You'll see the world before you
blanketed in a dazzling white.

I am broken.
I am neglected.

All the good parts of me
slowly rust away
and vanish into dust.

The beauty that once was
is no more.
This world I wanted to make better,
has destroyed me before I could.

I don't care if Monday's great,
Tuesday, Wednesday keep it straight,
Thursday things just may negate,
but Friday I'm in Pain

Monday might just bring some rest,
Tuesday, Wednesday pass the test,
Thursday I'm not even stressed,
but Friday I'm in Pain

They say beyond this filthy door,
is all I've ever dreamed and more.
I take a step forward and reach for the handle,
Guided by light of a distant candle
A voice in the shadows hollers: "No!"
and suddenly my hand lets go.

My body grows paralyzed in fear.
Am I better off in the darkness here?
I dream of mountains and roads of gold,
A place that's bright and warm and bold.
But what if, when that door is open,
There's only a world that's bent and broken?

The door, so curious, is tempting but,
I think it's best if I leave it shut.

Imagine all the people
who, when faced with Instant Karma,
staunchly refuse to Come Together
and Give Peace A Chance.

A man's heart forgets about Yesterday,
As he lives in darkness Eight Days A Week.
Will he ever know, as he stands in the Rain,
that All You Need Is Love?

Across the Universe, the stars dance,
and children run In Strawberry Fields Forever.
Like Dreamers Do, we try to make the most of life.
In other times, we learn to simply Let It Be.